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Break, break, break

2      On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
3And I would that my tongue could utter
4      The thoughts that arise in me.
5O, well for the fisherman's boy,
6      That he shouts with his sister at play!
7O, well for the sailor lad,
8      That he sings in his boat on the bay!
9And the stately ships go on
10      To their haven under the hill;
11But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,
12      And the sound of a voice that is still!
13Break, break, break
14      At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
15But the tender grace of a day that is dead
16      Will never come back to me.

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1] "Made in a Lincolnshire lane at five o'clock in the morning, between blossoming hedges" (Tennyson). It is in memory of the poet's friend, Arthur Hallam, who died in 1833. Back to Line
 What thou lovest well remains,
                  the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
                or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
    Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
Ezra Pound Pisan Cantos, LXXXI
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