Break, break, [break,]1 On [thy]2 cold grey stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. [O]3 well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts [with]4 his sister at play! [O]3 well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships [go]5 on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a [vanish'd]6 hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, [break,]1 At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Sea Songs for Tenor, Oboe, and Piano
Song Cycle by John H. Corina (1928 - 2014)
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- by Alfred Tennyson, Lord (1809 - 1892), no title, appears in Poems, Volume II, first published 1842 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Poet's note: "Made in a Lincolnshire lane at five o'clock in the morning, between blossoming hedges"
Written in memory of Tennyson's friend Arthur Hallam (d. 1833).
1 Végh: "o sea, o sea"
2 Manning: "the"
3 Manning: "Ah"
4 Manning: "to"
5 Manning: "sail"
6 Végh: "vanished"
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