The Star reciter; a collection of prose and poetical gems, selected and arranged by J.A. Ferguson1873 |
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... hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean : This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms ...
... hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen , With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean : This is not solitude ; ' tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms ...
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... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure of kind and tender feeling , And his every look's a gleam of light , rich depths of love revealing . When he walks with me , the countryfolk who pass us in the street Will speak ...
... hath ever been ; But his little heart's a fountain pure of kind and tender feeling , And his every look's a gleam of light , rich depths of love revealing . When he walks with me , the countryfolk who pass us in the street Will speak ...
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... hath brought many captives home to Rome , Whose ransoms did the general coffer fill ; Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor hath cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . Yet Brutus says he was ...
... hath brought many captives home to Rome , Whose ransoms did the general coffer fill ; Did this in Cæsar seem ambitious ? When that the poor hath cried , Cæsar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff . Yet Brutus says he was ...
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... hath stole My kindly warmth away , And dimmed the tablet of the soul ; Yet when , with lordly sway , This brow the pluméd helm displayed , That guides the warrior throng , Or beauty's thrilling fingers strayed These manly locks among ...
... hath stole My kindly warmth away , And dimmed the tablet of the soul ; Yet when , with lordly sway , This brow the pluméd helm displayed , That guides the warrior throng , Or beauty's thrilling fingers strayed These manly locks among ...
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... hath in secrecy long married , This day was view'd in open , as his queen , Going to chapel ; and the voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pulled me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me ...
... hath in secrecy long married , This day was view'd in open , as his queen , Going to chapel ; and the voice is now Only about her coronation . Wol . There was the weight that pulled me down . O Cromwell , The king has gone beyond me ...
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angel arms bear beauty believe bells beneath blood blue breast bright brow child cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep door dreams earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell flowers friends gave gazed give gone grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour John keep king kiss knew lady land leave light lips living look lord lost mind morning mother never night o'er once passed poor proud rest ring rose round seemed seen side sleep smile snow soul sound speak stand stood strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thought took turned Twas voice wave wear wife wild wind woman young youth
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Seite 73 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 142 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Seite 287 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Seite 17 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 19 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man...
Seite 2 - LAERTES head. And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Seite 113 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast, Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge. And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deaf ning clamours in the slippery clouds...
Seite 193 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Seite 77 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Seite 87 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.