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Lyric Poem · Grief

Break, Break, Break

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson · 1842

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 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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Poem
Break, Break, Break
Poet
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Published
1842
Length
16 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Grief, Sad

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Shape
16 lines · 4 quatrains
End rhyme
ABCB in every stanza — ballad rhyme — only lines 2 and 4 chime.
Refrain
Break, break, break,Repeated lines act as the poem's hinge or drumbeat.

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Author record
Alfred, Lord Tennyson1809–1892
Source record
WikisourceBreak, Break, Break by alfred-lord-tennyson, Wikisource transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1842
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