Ferguson's readings & recitationsFerguson 1881 |
From inside the book
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... wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray ; And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow- grass , And the happy stars above ...
... wild marsh - marigold shines like fire in swamps and hollows gray ; And I'm to be Queen o ' the May , mother , I'm to be Queen o ' the May . The night - winds come and go , mother , upon the meadow- grass , And the happy stars above ...
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... 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 , and view her stores un- rolled . But ' midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of ...
... 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 , and view her stores un- rolled . But ' midst the crowd , the hum , the shock of ...
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... wild Cheer'd poor Hagar's fainting child , Life , and strength , and freedom brings , Like the source from whence it springs Laughing in the mazy rills , Leaping down the giant hills , Sleeping in the glassy lakes , Where no breeze a ...
... wild Cheer'd poor Hagar's fainting child , Life , and strength , and freedom brings , Like the source from whence it springs Laughing in the mazy rills , Leaping down the giant hills , Sleeping in the glassy lakes , Where no breeze a ...
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... wild bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring happy bells across the snow ; The year is going ...
... wild bells , to the wild sky , The flying cloud , the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out , wild bells , and let him die . Ring out the old , ring in the new , Ring happy bells across the snow ; The year is going ...
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... wild As the clear chuckle of my child . I loathe the dull , galvanic grin Which reaches not the soul within , Wrung from the nerves , the face to dress , By the vile force - pump of excess . I am no niggard , though I strive To keep ...
... wild As the clear chuckle of my child . I loathe the dull , galvanic grin Which reaches not the soul within , Wrung from the nerves , the face to dress , By the vile force - pump of excess . I am no niggard , though I strive To keep ...
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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.