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Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!break, break, break
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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  1. On a troopship bound for Europe during World War I, future playwright Russell Crouse published a news sheet, whose first and last stanzas were:

    Break, break, break
    On the biscuit’s crust, O teeth.
    And i pray that my tongue won’t utter
    The curses that lie beneath.

    Break, break, break
    Pray tell me what I should do.
    I’ve broken my teeth,I’ve broken my knife,
    I’ve broken my bayonet too!

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