Selections from the Riverside Literature Series for Sixth Grade Reading: With Notes, Questions, and Study SuggestionsHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 250 Seiten A collection of selected literary classics and poems for eighth grade reading. |
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... death - wound and death - halloo Mustered his breath , his whinyard drew : But thundering as he came prepared , With ready arm and weapon bared , The wily quarry shunned the shock , And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then , dashing ...
... death - wound and death - halloo Mustered his breath , his whinyard drew : But thundering as he came prepared , With ready arm and weapon bared , The wily quarry shunned the shock , And turned him from the opposing rock ; Then , dashing ...
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... death of the deer . Some of our best sportsmen , who desire to protract the pleasure of slaying deer through as many seasons as possible , object to the practice of the hunters , who make it their chief business to slaughter as many ...
... death of the deer . Some of our best sportsmen , who desire to protract the pleasure of slaying deer through as many seasons as possible , object to the practice of the hunters , who make it their chief business to slaughter as many ...
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... death . So she was : all human calcu- lations are selfish . She kept straight on , hearing the baying every moment more distinctly . She descended the slope of the mountain until she reached the more open forest of hard - wood . It was ...
... death . So she was : all human calcu- lations are selfish . She kept straight on , hearing the baying every moment more distinctly . She descended the slope of the mountain until she reached the more open forest of hard - wood . It was ...
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... death . Nothing is so appalling to a recluse as a half a mile of summer boarders . As the deer entered the thin woods she saw a rabble of people start across the meadow in pursuit . By this time , the dogs , pant- ing and lolling out ...
... death . Nothing is so appalling to a recluse as a half a mile of summer boarders . As the deer entered the thin woods she saw a rabble of people start across the meadow in pursuit . By this time , the dogs , pant- ing and lolling out ...
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... death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , pierce the Barcan wilderness , Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
... death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , pierce the Barcan wilderness , Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
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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 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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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 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,
Seite 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.
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 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
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 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.
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...