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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... Annie Lee , The prettiest little damsel in the port , And Philip Ray , the miller's only son , And Enoch Arden , a rough sailor's lad Made orphan by a winter shipwreck , play'd Enoch Arden appeared as the principal poem of the volume ...
... Annie Lee , The prettiest little damsel in the port , And Philip Ray , the miller's only son , And Enoch Arden , a rough sailor's lad Made orphan by a winter shipwreck , play'd Enoch Arden appeared as the principal poem of the volume ...
Page 104
... Annie still was mistress ; but at times Enoch would hold possession for a week : " This is my house and this my little wife . " " Mine too , " said Philip , " turn and turn about : " When , if they quarrell'd , Enoch stronger made Was ...
... Annie still was mistress ; but at times Enoch would hold possession for a week : " This is my house and this my little wife . " " Mine too , " said Philip , " turn and turn about : " When , if they quarrell'd , Enoch stronger made Was ...
Page 105
... Annie and so prosper'd that at last A luckier or a bolder fisherman , A carefuller in peril , did not breathe For leagues along that breaker - beaten coast Than Enoch . Likewise had he served a year On board a merchantman , and made ...
... Annie and so prosper'd that at last A luckier or a bolder fisherman , A carefuller in peril , did not breathe For leagues along that breaker - beaten coast Than Enoch . Likewise had he served a year On board a merchantman , and made ...
Page 108
... Annie forth in trade With all that seamen needed or their wives So might she keep the house while he was gone . Should he not trade himself out yonder ? go This voyage more than once ? yea , twice or thrice- As oft as needed — last ...
... Annie forth in trade With all that seamen needed or their wives So might she keep the house while he was gone . Should he not trade himself out yonder ? go This voyage more than once ? yea , twice or thrice- As oft as needed — last ...
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... Annie goods and stores , and set his hand To fit their little streetward sitting - room With shelf and corner for the goods and stores . So all day long till Enoch's last at home , Shaking their pretty cabin , hammer and axe , Auger and ...
... Annie goods and stores , and set his hand To fit their little streetward sitting - room With shelf and corner for the goods and stores . So all day long till Enoch's last at home , Shaking their pretty cabin , hammer and axe , Auger and ...
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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...