The Star reciter; a collection of prose and poetical gems, selected and arranged by J.A. Ferguson1873 |
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... . " Charles Mackay . JOHN MAYNARD . IN North America once lived A man unknown to fame ; ( Methinks that very few have heard Of brave John Maynard's name ) . A skilful pilot he was bred ; In God was 20 THE STAR RECITER . Anon.
... . " Charles Mackay . JOHN MAYNARD . IN North America once lived A man unknown to fame ; ( Methinks that very few have heard Of brave John Maynard's name ) . A skilful pilot he was bred ; In God was 20 THE STAR RECITER . Anon.
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Star reciter J A Ferguson. As they were jogging on , a rural class Was heard to say , " Look ! look there at that ass ! And those two blockheads , trudging on each side , That have not either of them sense to ride ; Asses all three ...
Star reciter J A Ferguson. As they were jogging on , a rural class Was heard to say , " Look ! look there at that ass ! And those two blockheads , trudging on each side , That have not either of them sense to ride ; Asses all three ...
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... heard . This ancient thorn had been the meeting - place Of love , before his country's voice had called The ardent youth to fields of honour , far Beyond the wave ; and hither now repaired , Nightly , the maid , by God's all - seeing ...
... heard . This ancient thorn had been the meeting - place Of love , before his country's voice had called The ardent youth to fields of honour , far Beyond the wave ; and hither now repaired , Nightly , the maid , by God's all - seeing ...
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... heard in heaven , heard at the mercy - seat . A tear - drop wandered on her lovely face ; It was a tear of faith and holy fear , Pure as the drops that hang at dawning - time On yonder willows by the stream of life . On her the Moon ...
... heard in heaven , heard at the mercy - seat . A tear - drop wandered on her lovely face ; It was a tear of faith and holy fear , Pure as the drops that hang at dawning - time On yonder willows by the stream of life . On her the Moon ...
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... heard ; The mother and the father met , Yet neither spake a word ! He knew that all was over- He knew his child was dead ; He took the candle in his hand , And walk'd towards the bed . His quivering lips gave token Of grief he'd fain ...
... heard ; The mother and the father met , Yet neither spake a word ! He knew that all was over- He knew his child was dead ; He took the candle in his hand , And walk'd towards the bed . His quivering lips gave token Of grief he'd fain ...
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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.