Ferguson's readings & recitationsFerguson 1881 |
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... leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart ...
... leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints , that perhaps another , Sailing o'er life's solemn main , A forlorn and shipwrecked brother , Seeing , shall take heart again . Let us , then , be up and doing , With a heart ...
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... leaves are newly pull'd ! " This said , the woman walk'd away Until his frenzy cool'd . But Buckram gave his bill , and so He was resolved to stay : " I'll hug on't , will glut on't ! " “ Oh , no , I'd rather , sir , you'd pay ...
... leaves are newly pull'd ! " This said , the woman walk'd away Until his frenzy cool'd . But Buckram gave his bill , and so He was resolved to stay : " I'll hug on't , will glut on't ! " “ Oh , no , I'd rather , sir , you'd pay ...
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... leave of Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man , So are they all , all honourable men ) , Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral . He was my friend , faithful , and just to me ; But Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus ...
... leave of Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man , So are they all , all honourable men ) , Come I to speak in Cæsar's funeral . He was my friend , faithful , and just to me ; But Brutus says he was ambitious ; And Brutus ...
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... leave to speak of him . For I have neither wit , nor words , nor worth , Action nor utterance , nor the power of speech , To stir men's blood ; I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; 19 Show you sweet ...
... leave to speak of him . For I have neither wit , nor words , nor worth , Action nor utterance , nor the power of speech , To stir men's blood ; I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; 19 Show you sweet ...
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... Leaving a silver line of light Along the foaming tide . But suddenly her captain starts ! His cheek is white as snow ! O ! sight of dread ! - Light wreaths of smoke Come curling from below ! Then rose the horrid shout of fire ...
... Leaving a silver line of light Along the foaming tide . But suddenly her captain starts ! His cheek is white as snow ! O ! sight of dread ! - Light wreaths of smoke Come curling from below ! Then rose the horrid shout of fire ...
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Seite 61 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace: While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his...
Seite 18 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself, and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Seite 153 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 153 - Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before 'Surely...
Seite 153 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Seite 235 - 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 ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause, till it come back to me.
Seite 154 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Seite 155 - 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 153 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.