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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الصفحة 19
... night , seats him- self , rifle in hand , in a canoe , which is noiselessly pad- dled by the guide , and explores the shore of the lake or the dark inlet . In the bow of the boat is a light in a " jack , " the rays of which are shielded ...
... night , seats him- self , rifle in hand , in a canoe , which is noiselessly pad- dled by the guide , and explores the shore of the lake or the dark inlet . In the bow of the boat is a light in a " jack , " the rays of which are shielded ...
الصفحة 20
... night , get stiff from cold and the cramped position in the boat , and , when they return in the morning to camp , cloud their future existence by the assertion that they " heard a big buck " mov- ing along the shore , but the people in ...
... night , get stiff from cold and the cramped position in the boat , and , when they return in the morning to camp , cloud their future existence by the assertion that they " heard a big buck " mov- ing along the shore , but the people in ...
الصفحة 21
... night had been warm and showery , and the morning opened in an undecided way . The wind was southerly : it is what the deer call a dog - wind , having come to know quite well the meaning of " a southerly wind and a cloudy sky . " The ...
... night had been warm and showery , and the morning opened in an undecided way . The wind was southerly : it is what the deer call a dog - wind , having come to know quite well the meaning of " a southerly wind and a cloudy sky . " The ...
الصفحة 31
... night of the venison . The buck returned about the middle of the after- noon . The fawn was bleating piteously , hungry and lonesome . The buck was surprised . He looked about in the forest . He took a circuit and came back . His doe ...
... night of the venison . The buck returned about the middle of the after- noon . The fawn was bleating piteously , hungry and lonesome . The buck was surprised . He looked about in the forest . He took a circuit and came back . His doe ...
الصفحة 35
... night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . This poem Bryant wrote when he was but ...
... night , Scourged to his dungeon , but , sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust , approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him , and lies down to pleasant dreams . This poem Bryant wrote when he was but ...
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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...