# W.E.F. Britten - The Early Poems of Alfred, Lord Tennyson - Break, Break, Break

- By: William Edward Frank Britten (1848–1916)
- Date: 1901
- Classification: Photograph
- Credit line: The Early Poems of Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Edited with a Critical Introduction, Commentaries and Notes, together with the Various Readings, a Transcript of the Poems Temporarily and Finally Suppressed and a Bibliography by John Churton…
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Illustration to Tennyson's "Break, Break, Break" by W. E. F. Britten:

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray 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 vanished 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.