Selections from the Riverside Literature Series for Sixth Grade Reading: With Notes, Questions, and Study SuggestionsHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 250 من الصفحات A collection of selected literary classics and poems for eighth grade reading. |
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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 ...
... 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 ...
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 166 - Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roar'd ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried,
الصفحة 167 - Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art sham'd : Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods.
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 70 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
الصفحة 170 - Would he were fatter ; but I fear him not : Yet if my name were liable to fear, 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...
الصفحة 221 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
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 217 - The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. 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.
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...