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18Jul

Poem of the week: Break, Break, Break by Alfred Tennyson

A sharply anguished lament for the poet’s beloved friend and inspiration Arthur Hallam

Break, Break, Break

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

While now we talk as once we talk’d

Of men and minds, the dust of change,

The days that grow to something strange,

In walking as of old we walk’d


Beside the river’s wooded reach,

The fortress and the mountain ridge,

The cataract flashing from the bridge,

The breaker breaking on the beach.

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