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Break,break,break

Break,break,break

On thy cold gray stones,O sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
Tha thoughs 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 boy!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of vanish 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.
-Tennyson

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  1. Ever had a time when the past and present clash with each other and there is not a single thing you can do about it.Well this is a case where the speaker reminiscents about a love onewho is dead and is reminded with just about anything .The poem starts off in a delusional/ tormenting state conveyed with words such cold,stone,O,and utter.The awoken jelousy of other people's happiness transitions the situation in a realistic comparison emphasizing the speaker s position from others. This poem I believe is about grieving because you cannot help but voicing out those thought that are there.The poem uses Break,break,break repetitive in many forms such as a tittle,symbolism of past and present,and imagery purposes."Break,break,break" for a lack of word breaks down the situation from physical interactions(human,environment,time),etc.The tide depicts an image,mood,and time elapsed.The mention of a boy and lad only clarified the shift that has occurred.

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