Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader, Book 8Macmillan, 1918 - Readers The Everyday classics are a series of school readers basued upon a valid principle and a vital need. The principle is that there is a considerable body of good literature which is simple enough to be understood and enjoyed by children. It is of good value to read stories like these childhood to be retained as an influence upon one's on attitude towards life. The need for such a series is seen in the fact that many children are put in touch with so little of this common heritage. |
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... DON QUIXOTE Miguel de Cervantes 220 I. DON QUIXOTE'S PLANS FOR ADVENTURE 220 II . THE ARRIVAL AT THE INN 226 III . FIGHTING THE WINDMILLS 230 IV . A GROUP OF SHORT POEMS THE APPRECIATION OF POETRY 239 THREE SONNETS : A LOVER'S THOUGHTS ...
... DON QUIXOTE Miguel de Cervantes 220 I. DON QUIXOTE'S PLANS FOR ADVENTURE 220 II . THE ARRIVAL AT THE INN 226 III . FIGHTING THE WINDMILLS 230 IV . A GROUP OF SHORT POEMS THE APPRECIATION OF POETRY 239 THREE SONNETS : A LOVER'S THOUGHTS ...
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Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. DON QUIXOTE I. DON QUIXOTE PLANS FOR HIS ADVENTURES The novel Don Quixote is the masterpiece of Spanish literature and the first great modern novel . It was written by ...
Primer-eighth Reader Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike. DON QUIXOTE I. DON QUIXOTE PLANS FOR HIS ADVENTURES The novel Don Quixote is the masterpiece of Spanish literature and the first great modern novel . It was written by ...
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... them and worm the meaning out of them ; what Aristotle himself could not have made out or extracted , had he come to life again for that special purpose . ― In short , he became so absorbed in his books DON QUIXOTE 221.
... them and worm the meaning out of them ; what Aristotle himself could not have made out or extracted , had he come to life again for that special purpose . ― In short , he became so absorbed in his books DON QUIXOTE 221.
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... it as a helmet of the most perfect construction . He next proceeded to inspect his horse , which was all skin and bones yet surpassed in his eyes the Bucephalus of Alexander or the Babieca of the Cid . Four days DON QUIXOTE 223.
... it as a helmet of the most perfect construction . He next proceeded to inspect his horse , which was all skin and bones yet surpassed in his eyes the Bucephalus of Alexander or the Babieca of the Cid . Four days DON QUIXOTE 223.
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Page 348 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 97 - Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Page 347 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 128 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 133 - Ant. You will compel me then to read the will ? Then make a ring about the corpse of Caesar, And let me show you him that made the will. Shall I descend ? And will you give me leave ? Cit.
Page 250 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 350 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page 351 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 72 - It hath fully been shewed me, all that thou hast done unto thy mother in law since the death of thine husband : and how thou hast left thy father and thy mother, and the land of thy nativity, and art come unto a people which thou knewest not heretofore. The Lord recompense thy work, and a full reward be given thee of the Lord God of Israel, under whose wings thou art come to trust...
Page 14 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.