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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... hour bravery . But I think that in any truly Chris- tian condition of society the deer would not be con- spicuous for cowardice . I suppose that if the Amer- ican girl , even as she is described in foreign romances , were pursued by ...
... hour bravery . But I think that in any truly Chris- tian condition of society the deer would not be con- spicuous for cowardice . I suppose that if the Amer- ican girl , even as she is described in foreign romances , were pursued by ...
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... hour ; but he cometh not , " she said , " leaping upon the mountains , skipping upon the hills . " Clear Pond was too far off for the young mother to go with her fawn for a night's pleas ure . It was a fashionable watering - place at ...
... hour ; but he cometh not , " she said , " leaping upon the mountains , skipping upon the hills . " Clear Pond was too far off for the young mother to go with her fawn for a night's pleas ure . It was a fashionable watering - place at ...
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... hour she went on at a slapping pace , clearing the moose - bushes with bound after bound , flying over the fallen logs , pausing neither for brook or ravine . The baying of the hounds grew fainter behind her . But she struck a bad piece ...
... hour she went on at a slapping pace , clearing the moose - bushes with bound after bound , flying over the fallen logs , pausing neither for brook or ravine . The baying of the hounds grew fainter behind her . But she struck a bad piece ...
الصفحة 30
... hour . ) What should she do ? The hounds were drawing near . No escape that way , even if she could still run . With only a moment's hesitation she plunged into the lake , and struck obliquely across . Her tired legs could not propel ...
... hour . ) What should she do ? The hounds were drawing near . No escape that way , even if she could still run . With only a moment's hesitation she plunged into the lake , and struck obliquely across . Her tired legs could not propel ...
الصفحة 33
... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And healing sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour ...
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almanac Annie bear blood Brutus Cæs Caius called Capitol Casca Cassius Christmas Cicero Cimber Cinna Clitus Cratchit cried dark dead death Decius deer doth Enoch Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fawn fear fire follow Fourth Cit friends Ghost give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow honour horse hounds Ichabod ides of March Julius Cæsar King Robert lake live look lord Lucilius Lucius Marcus Brutus Mark Antony mean Messala Metellus mighty mind never night noble Octavius Philip Pindarus poem poet Poor Richard says Portia Roman Rome round scene Scrooge Scrooge's nephew sleep Sleepy Hollow speak Spirit stand steed stood story street sword tell thee thing Third Cit thought thro Tiny Tim Titinius to-day Trebonius turned Uncle Scrooge voice Volumnius word
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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...