Ferguson's readings & recitationsFerguson 1881 |
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... things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot 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 ...
... things that own not man's dominion dwell , And mortal foot 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 ...
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... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . B TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 10 A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real ! E Waugh.
... HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST . B TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 10 A PSALM OF LIFE . Life is real ! E Waugh.
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... things which God will not reveal ; But I know ( for God hath told me this ) that he is now at rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , THE ...
... things which God will not reveal ; But I know ( for God hath told me this ) that he is now at rest , Where other blessed infants be , on their Saviour's loving breast . I know his spirit feels no more this weary load of flesh , THE ...
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... things . I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother dear and I ) , Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from every eye . Whate'er befalls his brethren twain , his bliss can never cease ; Their lot may here be grief and fear ...
... things . I know that we shall meet our babe ( his mother dear and I ) , Where God for aye shall wipe away all tears from every eye . Whate'er befalls his brethren twain , his bliss can never cease ; Their lot may here be grief and fear ...
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... startled at the sounds , Let all the tea - things fall ! In came the man , who having said , " Buckram , sir , I am ; " " Off with his head ! " he cries aloud- " So much for Buckingham ! " A TEMPERANCE SONG . The man jump'd back , the.
... startled at the sounds , Let all the tea - things fall ! In came the man , who having said , " Buckram , sir , I am ; " " Off with his head ! " he cries aloud- " So much for Buckingham ! " A TEMPERANCE SONG . The man jump'd back , the.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms bear beauty believe bells beneath blood blue breast breath bright brow cheek child cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep door dreams earth eyes face fair father fear feel fell flowers friends gave gazed give grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour John king knew lady land leave lift light lips living look lost mind morning mother never night o'er once passed poor rest ring Robert round seemed seen side sight sleep smile soul sound spoke stand stood strong sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou thought took Trust turned Twas voice wave wear wife wild wind woman young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.