Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

Previous Month July 2014 Next Month
Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa Su
31 1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 1 2 3
Poem of the Day
Select a day from the calendar.
Would you like to see the poem of the day in your e-mail box every morning?
Your email address:
  Subscribe FREE
  Unsubscribe

Break, break, break


Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
........................
........................
read full text »


Do you like this poem?
19 person liked.
2 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Comments about this poem (Break, break, break by Alfred Lord Tennyson )

Enter the verification code :

  • Freshman - 1,911 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (11/2/2014 5:59:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 26 Points Konigan Barrutman (10/3/2014 1:48:00 PM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 5,737 Points * Sunprincess * (2/1/2014 1:27:00 AM)

    .........love the imagery of the sea and the metaphor of the day works so well
    with the message in this beautiful poem... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nicole Reyes (11/17/2013 4:30:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Mohammad Akmal Nazir (4/17/2011 1:53:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terence George Craddock (7/20/2010 1:05:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

Poem of the Day

poet Richard Lovelace

"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko

 

Member Poem

Trending Poems

  1. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  2. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  3. If, Rudyard Kipling
  4. Dreams, Langston Hughes
  5. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  6. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  7. November, Thomas Hood
  8. A Book, Emily Dickinson
  9. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  10. On the Ning Nang Nong, Spike Milligan

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]