Selections from the Riverside Literature Series: For fifth-[eighth] grade readingHoughton Mifflin, 1910 - Literature |
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... leaves of the young shoots , and turning from time to time to regard her offspring . The fawn had taken his morning meal , and now lay curled up on a bed of moss , watching contentedly , with his large , soft brown eyes , every movement ...
... leaves of the young shoots , and turning from time to time to regard her offspring . The fawn had taken his morning meal , and now lay curled up on a bed of moss , watching contentedly , with his large , soft brown eyes , every movement ...
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... The mother instinctively bounded away a few paces . fawn started up with an anxious bleat . The doe turned ; she came back ; she could n't leave it . She - - The bent over it , and licked it , and seemed A - HUNTING OF THE DEER 23.
... The mother instinctively bounded away a few paces . fawn started up with an anxious bleat . The doe turned ; she came back ; she could n't leave it . She - - The bent over it , and licked it , and seemed A - HUNTING OF THE DEER 23.
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... leave Their mirth and their employments , and shall come And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages glides away , the sons of men , The youth in life's fresh spring , and he who goes In the full strength of years , matron ...
... leave Their mirth and their employments , and shall come And make their bed with thee . As the long train Of ages glides away , the sons of men , The youth in life's fresh spring , and he who goes In the full strength of years , matron ...
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... leaving him behind . The stranger , however , quickened his horse to an equal pace . Ichabod pulled up , and fell into a walk , thinking to lag behind , the other did the same . His heart began to sink within him ; he endeavored to ...
... leaving him behind . The stranger , however , quickened his horse to an equal pace . Ichabod pulled up , and fell into a walk , thinking to lag behind , the other did the same . His heart began to sink within him ; he endeavored to ...
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... leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast , And the ...
... leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past , But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast , And the ...
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Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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,...
Page 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...
Page 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.