Selections from the Riverside Literature Series for Sixth Grade Reading: With Notes, Questions, and Study SuggestionsHoughton Mifflin, 1914 - 250 oldal A collection of selected literary classics and poems for eighth grade reading. |
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18. oldal
... look about for a deer , put his wits fairly against the wits of the keen - scented animal , and kill his deer , or get lost in the attempt . There seems to be a sort of fairness about this . It is private assassination , tempered with a ...
... look about for a deer , put his wits fairly against the wits of the keen - scented animal , and kill his deer , or get lost in the attempt . There seems to be a sort of fairness about this . It is private assassination , tempered with a ...
19. oldal
... looks up , and stands a moment , terrified or fascinated by the bright flames . In that moment the sportsman is supposed to shoot the deer . As an historical fact , his hand usually shakes , so that he misses the animal , or only wounds ...
... looks up , and stands a moment , terrified or fascinated by the bright flames . In that moment the sportsman is supposed to shoot the deer . As an historical fact , his hand usually shakes , so that he misses the animal , or only wounds ...
23. oldal
... look at the sky and the outline of the Twin Mountains , and bestowing every third glance upon the laughing boy , art in its infancy . - The doe lifted her head a little with a quick motion , and turned her ear to the south . Had she ...
... look at the sky and the outline of the Twin Mountains , and bestowing every third glance upon the laughing boy , art in its infancy . - The doe lifted her head a little with a quick motion , and turned her ear to the south . Had she ...
42. oldal
... look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window ! 1 All these , however , were mere terrors of the night , phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness ; and though he had seen many ...
... look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the waste fields from some distant window ! 1 All these , however , were mere terrors of the night , phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness ; and though he had seen many ...
50. oldal
... looks and equipments of my hero and his steed . The animal he bestrode was a broken - down plow - horse , that had outlived almost everything but its vicious- ness . He was gaunt and shagged , with a ewe neck , and a head like a hammer ...
... looks and equipments of my hero and his steed . The animal he bestrode was a broken - down plow - horse , that had outlived almost everything but its vicious- ness . He was gaunt and shagged , with a ewe neck , and a head like a hammer ...
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222. oldal - 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...
166. oldal - 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,
167. oldal - 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.
219. oldal - 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.
70. oldal - 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.
170. oldal - 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...
221. oldal - 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.
151. oldal - 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,...
217. oldal - 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.
215. oldal - 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...