Child Classics: The Fifth ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1909 - 384 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 129
... Cæsar , I know the name of each of my sol- diers ! " This he said with a smile , that danced in his eyes , as the sunbeams Dance on the waves of the sea , and vanish again in a moment . Alden laughed as he wrote , and still the captain ...
... Cæsar , I know the name of each of my sol- diers ! " This he said with a smile , that danced in his eyes , as the sunbeams Dance on the waves of the sea , and vanish again in a moment . Alden laughed as he wrote , and still the captain ...
الصفحة 271
... the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew . Oliver Goldsmith . THE FORUM SCENE FROM JULIUS CÆSAR BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE It. ICHABOD CRANE 271.
... the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew . Oliver Goldsmith . THE FORUM SCENE FROM JULIUS CÆSAR BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE It. ICHABOD CRANE 271.
الصفحة 272
... Cæsar is one of the most famous of Shakespeare's histor- ical plays . In the scene immediately preceding the one here given , Cæsar has been stabbed in the senate - chamber by conspirators , including his friend Brutus , Cassius , and ...
... Cæsar is one of the most famous of Shakespeare's histor- ical plays . In the scene immediately preceding the one here given , Cæsar has been stabbed in the senate - chamber by conspirators , including his friend Brutus , Cassius , and ...
الصفحة 273
... Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar ...
... Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar ...
الصفحة 274
... Cæsar . Fourth Citizen . Cæsar's better parts shall now be crown'd in Brutus . First Citizen . We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors . Brutus . My countrymen , — Second Citizen . Peace ! silence ! Brutus speaks . First ...
... Cæsar . Fourth Citizen . Cæsar's better parts shall now be crown'd in Brutus . First Citizen . We'll bring him to his house with shouts and clamors . Brutus . My countrymen , — Second Citizen . Peace ! silence ! Brutus speaks . First ...
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Abridged Andy Antony arms asked Bashkirs battle bells Ben-Hur born Brutus burned Cæsar called Camelot cannon Captain chaise Cranford cried Crito dark dead deck Doctor Don Quixote Ernest eyes father fight fire fleet gave give glory hand hath head hear heard heart Hector honor horse Ichabod Indiana John Halifax JULIUS CÆSAR King knew Lady of Shalott land laughed letter live look Lord Maggie Mark Antony master Master of Ballantrae mother never night noble Pahom Phil Adams Pickwick poet poor postmaster Ralph Waldo Emerson road Robert Louis Stevenson round saddle Second Citizen seemed ship side Sigurd silent Silver simple old soul Squire Stone Face stood story tell thee thing thou thought trees turned versts walk wife wind Winkle word Zoeterwoude
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الصفحة 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 165 - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget ! The tumult and the shouting dies ; The captains and the kings depart : Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.
الصفحة 166 - For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard, All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard — For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
الصفحة 188 - DEAR MADAM : I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.
الصفحة 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
الصفحة 308 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
الصفحة 341 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
الصفحة 309 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
الصفحة 306 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
الصفحة 59 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.