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Break, Break, Break | |||
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON | |||
Break, break, break, | |||
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea! | |||
And I would that my tongue could utter | |||
The thoughts that arise in me. | |||
O, well for the fisherman's boy, | |||
That he shouts with his sister at play! | |||
O, well for the sailor lad, | |||
That he sings in his boat on the bay! | |||
And the stately ships go on | |||
To their haven under the hill; | |||
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, | |||
And the sound of a voice that is still! | |||
Break, break, break | |||
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! | |||
But the tender grace of a day that is dead | |||
Will never come back to me.}} | |||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-04-22). Score information: A4, 9 pages, 135 kB Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Break, break, break on thy cold grey stones, O sea
Composer: George Alexander Macfarren
Lyricist: Alfred Tennyson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
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Description: from Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 2, No. 63.
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Original text and translations
English text
POETRY MAGAZINE
Poetry Magazine Home
Current Issue
Poetry Magazine Archive
Subscriptions
About the Magazine
How to Submit
Advertise with Us
Break, Break, Break
BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Break, break, break,
On thy cold grey stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O, well for the fisherman's boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O, well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.