Selections from the Riverside Literature Series: For fifth-[eighth] grade readingHoughton Mifflin, 1910 |
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... fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labors o'er , Stretched his stiff limbs , to rise no more ; Then , touched with pity and remorse , He sorrowed o'er the expiring ...
... fell . The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein , For the good steed , his labors o'er , Stretched his stiff limbs , to rise no more ; Then , touched with pity and remorse , He sorrowed o'er the expiring ...
الصفحة 12
... fell ; Enough remains of glimmering light To guide the wanderer's steps aright , Yet not enough from far to show His figure to the watchful foe . With cautious step and ear awake , He climbs the crag and threads the brake ; And not the ...
... fell ; Enough remains of glimmering light To guide the wanderer's steps aright , Yet not enough from far to show His figure to the watchful foe . With cautious step and ear awake , He climbs the crag and threads the brake ; And not the ...
الصفحة 45
... fell to the lot of a knight - errant of yore , who seldom had anything but giants , enchanters , fiery dragons , and suchlike easily conquered adversaries , to contend with , and had to make his way merely through gates of iron and ...
... fell to the lot of a knight - errant of yore , who seldom had anything but giants , enchanters , fiery dragons , and suchlike easily conquered adversaries , to contend with , and had to make his way merely through gates of iron and ...
الصفحة 56
... fell into a walk , thinking to lag behind , the other did the same . His heart began to sink within him ; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune , but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth , and he could not utter a stave ...
... fell into a walk , thinking to lag behind , the other did the same . His heart began to sink within him ; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune , but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth , and he could not utter a stave ...
الصفحة 57
... fell to the earth , and he heard it trampled under foot by his pursuer . For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper's wrath passed across his mind , for it was his Sunday saddle ; but this was no time for petty fears ; the goblin was ...
... fell to the earth , and he heard it trampled under foot by his pursuer . For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper's wrath passed across his mind , for it was his Sunday saddle ; but this was no time for petty fears ; the goblin was ...
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الصفحة 222 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is : But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
الصفحة 215 - Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
الصفحة 230 - And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
الصفحة 149 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
الصفحة 217 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
الصفحة 219 - tis his will: Let but the commons hear this testament— Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read— And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
الصفحة 218 - 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?
الصفحة 151 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set today a votive stone; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die,...
الصفحة 166 - Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their...
الصفحة 170 - I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be mov'd to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.