Break, Break, Break Comments
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
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The repeated words “break, break, break, ” and the “cold grey stones” conjure a dramatic, desperation. “I would that I could utter the thoughts that arise in me” like an existential meltdown! Great poem!
the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. Great lines.
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! great write great poem great 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I would like to send a work of respect to all the legendary poets whose work inspires the young poets in the site to grow, i wish i can say the same to Philip Larkin and e.e Cummings unfortunately they are not that generous, their cause in writing was precisely business, shame!
This must have been a bit of crumpet for Tennyson; a bit of crumb. So many poms about barks and ships and High Seas and islands] To get one like this away must have felt childish!
.........love the imagery of the sea and the metaphor of the day works so well with the message in this beautiful poem...
We should learn to move on from the things that are already gone and accept that they will never ever come back again. There are still some important persons who are waiting for us to continue our life with them and not with our departed ones.
In these fine lines, Tennyson mourns the death of his beloved friend, Arthur Hallam. These lines contain great vivid imagery and a grand style. The poem is a masterpiece of English poetry. Excellent work of Tennyson.
Tennyson employs beautiful contrast in this poem, beginning with the thrice repeated break of waves ‘On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! ’, to portray the constant breaking, suffering of a human heart in the agony of mourning. Immediately after this metaphor of suffering, describing the inability of the tongue, to describe this pain of loss. The joy of the fisherman’s children ‘at play! ’ and ‘the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! ’, is the illustration of shades of life, as some mourn in deep sorrow, others enjoy moments of happiness. There is beauty everywhere, in the passage of ‘stately ships’, safely reaching ‘their haven under the hill; ’ but this seems to intensify the suffer of a hand never to be touched again, the voice never to be heard again. The first line of the fourth stanza, neatly rounds the brief circle of life, repeating the ‘Break, break, break’ beginning the opening stanza, but intensifying the suffering, as ‘cold gray stones, O Sea! ’ becomes ‘At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! ’. This imagery contains a note of increasing suffering, terrible loss that does not quickly pass; the danger perhaps of dark suicidal thoughts, and the suggested ‘tender grace of a day’, when the suffering and pain of the dying loved one, ended in the mercy of death. Tennyson displays a mastery of contrasted imagery, in this lyrical poem of heartache and bereavement. Tennyson’s pain is real, as he expresses the indifference of nature, in a cruel and unfeeling world, through personification in an address to the sea. The shock at the sudden death of his best friend, Arthur Hallam from a stroke at age 22; a fellow poet engaged to his sister Emily, teaches us the priceless value of youth and good health.
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7/19/2025 9:28:50 AM # 1.0.0
I thought of something I wanted to write today. I thought it was very good and surely I would not forget it. I put it of to later. Now that it is later it seems "Will never come back to me."