Selections from the Riverside Literature Series for Sixth Grade Reading: With Notes, Questions, and Study SuggestionsA collection of selected literary classics and poems for eighth grade reading. |
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... poets think is behind us , and the prophets declare is about to be ushered in by the opening of the " vials , " and the killing of every- body who does not believe as those nations believe which have the most cannon ; when we all live ...
... poets think is behind us , and the prophets declare is about to be ushered in by the opening of the " vials , " and the killing of every- body who does not believe as those nations believe which have the most cannon ; when we all live ...
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... poets who never fired a gun write hunting songs , Ti - ra - la : and good bishops write war - songs , Ave the Czar ! ― - The hunted doe went down " the open , " clearing the fences splendidly , flying along the stony path . It was a ...
... poets who never fired a gun write hunting songs , Ti - ra - la : and good bishops write war - songs , Ave the Czar ! ― - The hunted doe went down " the open , " clearing the fences splendidly , flying along the stony path . It was a ...
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... poet could not but be gay , In such a jocund company : - I gazed , — and gazed , — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward ...
... poet could not but be gay , In such a jocund company : - I gazed , — and gazed , — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward ...
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... poet had been brought up on a Massachusetts farm , had studied at small schools and for seven months at Williams College ; but he had read widely , and deeply , serious books . The poem is one of the greatest in American Literature . TO ...
... poet had been brought up on a Massachusetts farm , had studied at small schools and for seven months at Williams College ; but he had read widely , and deeply , serious books . The poem is one of the greatest in American Literature . TO ...
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... poet Chaucer , who lived in England in the thirteenth century , had used the same device for his Canterbury Tales , and Chaucer had copied the plan from an Italian poem , the Gesta Romanorum ( " Deeds of the Romans " ) . Many poets ...
... poet Chaucer , who lived in England in the thirteenth century , had used the same device for his Canterbury Tales , and Chaucer had copied the plan from an Italian poem , the Gesta Romanorum ( " Deeds of the Romans " ) . Many poets ...
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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 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,
Page 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.
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 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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 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.
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...