Ferguson's readings & recitationsFerguson 1881 |
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... thee . Give every man thine ear , but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man ...
... thee . Give every man thine ear , but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure , but reserve thy judgment . Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy , But not express'd in fancy ; rich , not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man ...
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... thee in this . Shakespere . 3 THE MAY QUEEN . PART FIRST . By permission of Messrs . Strahan & Co. ) You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear ; To - morrow ' ill be the happiest time of all the glad New- year , Of ...
... thee in this . Shakespere . 3 THE MAY QUEEN . PART FIRST . By permission of Messrs . Strahan & Co. ) You must wake and call me early , call me early , mother dear ; To - morrow ' ill be the happiest time of all the glad New- year , Of ...
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... thee to tumble deawn . Theaw never longs for wine , Nor dainties rich an ' rare , For sich a life as thine Can sweeten simple fare ; Contented with thi meal , Thae's wit enough to know That daisies liven weel Where tulips connot grow ...
... thee to tumble deawn . Theaw never longs for wine , Nor dainties rich an ' rare , For sich a life as thine Can sweeten simple fare ; Contented with thi meal , Thae's wit enough to know That daisies liven weel Where tulips connot grow ...
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... thee- God bless thi snowy pow ! 9 E. Waugh A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE B PSALMIST . " " TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; ' For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things ...
... thee- God bless thi snowy pow ! 9 E. Waugh A PSALM OF LIFE . WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE B PSALMIST . " " TELL me not in mournful numbers " Life is but an empty dream ; ' For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things ...
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... thee . " " Well , sir , well ! " " But be thou plunged in hell's abyss If it thou e'er should'st tell ! " " You terrify me , sir . Oh dear ! What can the secret be ? I'll never tell —- upon my word ! No , never ! You shall see . " What ...
... thee . " " Well , sir , well ! " " But be thou plunged in hell's abyss If it thou e'er should'st tell ! " " You terrify me , sir . Oh dear ! What can the secret be ? I'll never tell —- upon my word ! No , never ! You shall see . " What ...
Common terms and phrases
arms beautiful snow bells beneath BERNARDO DEL CARPIO breast breath bright brow Brutus Charles Mackay cheek child cold cried dark dead dear death deep door dread dreams earth eyes face fair FAKENHAM father fear fell flowers gazed goblet grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven HERCULANEUM hope Horace Smith Inchcape Rock John's eve KING ROBERT kiss knew lady light lips living Lochinvar look Lord Lord Lytton maiden mighty morning mother ne'er Netherby never nevermore night Numps o'er ocean once ORATOR PUFF ORISKA Pay your tithes Pigswiddy PYRAMUS AND THISBE Quoth Quoth the Raven ring ROBERT OF SICILY round seeing's not believing sigh sleep smile soul sound spoke stood sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne Twas Valmond voice wave wild woman of mind words young youth
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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.