Samuel Ferguson

  • The Forging of the Anchor

    Come, see the Dolphin’s anchor forged; ’t is at a white heat now:
    The bellows ceased, the flames decreased; though on the forge’s brow
    The little flames still fitfully play through the sable mound:
    And fitfully you still may see the grim smiths ranking round,
    All...

  • The Pretty Girl of Loch Dan

    The Shades of eve had crossed the glen
      That frowns o’er infant Avonmore,
    When, nigh Loch Dan, two weary men,
      We stopped before a cottage door.

    “God save all here,” my comrade cries,
      And rattles on the raised latch-pin;
    “God save you kindly...