Selections from the Riverside Literature Series: For fifth-[eighth] grade readingHoughton Mifflin, 1910 |
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... morning rest , I write the falsehood on their crest . ' ' If by the blaze I mark aright , Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight . ' ' Then by these tokens mayst thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe . ' ' Enough , enough ; sit ...
... morning rest , I write the falsehood on their crest . ' ' If by the blaze I mark aright , Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight . ' ' Then by these tokens mayst thou know Each proud oppressor's mortal foe . ' ' Enough , enough ; sit ...
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... 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 camp made so much noise that he was frightened off . By all odds , the favorite and prevalent ...
... 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 camp made so much noise that he was frightened off . By all odds , the favorite and prevalent ...
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... morning of the 23d of August , 1877 , a doe was feeding on Basin Mountain . 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 ...
... morning of the 23d of August , 1877 , a doe was feeding on Basin Mountain . 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 ...
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... morning meal , and now lay curled up on a bed of moss , watching contentedly , with his large , soft brown eyes , every movement of his mother . The great eyes followed her with an alert entreaty ; and , if the mother stepped a pace or ...
... morning meal , and now lay curled up on a bed of moss , watching contentedly , with his large , soft brown eyes , every movement of his mother . The great eyes followed her with an alert entreaty ; and , if the mother stepped a pace or ...
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... morning . hound . All the Every way was closed but one , and that led straight down the moun- tain to the cluster of houses . Conspicuous among them was a slender white wooden spire . The doe 26 A - HUNTING OF THE DEER.
... morning . hound . All the Every way was closed but one , and that led straight down the moun- tain to the cluster of houses . Conspicuous among them was a slender white wooden spire . The doe 26 A - HUNTING OF THE DEER.
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Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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,...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.