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Side 130
... Cassius , the leaders of this conspiracy , were forced to flee from the city after Cæsar's death , and soon dissension arose between them . Mark Antony and Octavius Cæsar followed them into Macedonia , a country north of Greece , to ...
... Cassius , the leaders of this conspiracy , were forced to flee from the city after Cæsar's death , and soon dissension arose between them . Mark Antony and Octavius Cæsar followed them into Macedonia , a country north of Greece , to ...
Side 131
... Cassius . I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this , Or , by the gods , this speech were else your last . Brutus . The name of Cassius honors this corruption , And chastisement doth therefore hide his head . Cassius ...
... Cassius . I an itching palm ! You know that you are Brutus that speak this , Or , by the gods , this speech were else your last . Brutus . The name of Cassius honors this corruption , And chastisement doth therefore hide his head . Cassius ...
Side 132
... Cassius . Is ' t possible ? Brutus . Hear me , for I will speak . 5 Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? Cassius . O ye gods , ye gods ! must I endure all this ? Brutus . All this ...
... Cassius . Is ' t possible ? Brutus . Hear me , for I will speak . 5 Must I give way and room to your rash choler ? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares ? Cassius . O ye gods , ye gods ! must I endure all this ? Brutus . All this ...
Side 133
... Cassius . When Cæsar lived , he durst not thus have moved me . Brutus . Peace , peace ! you durst not so have tempted him . Cassius . I durst not ? Brutus . No. Cassius . What , durst not tempt him ? Brutus . For your life you durst not .
... Cassius . When Cæsar lived , he durst not thus have moved me . Brutus . Peace , peace ! you durst not so have tempted him . Cassius . I durst not ? Brutus . No. Cassius . What , durst not tempt him ? Brutus . For your life you durst not .
Side 134
... Cassius . You love me not . 10 Brutus . I do not like your faults . Cassius . A friendly eye could never see such faults . Brutus . A flatterer's would not , though they do appear As huge as high Olympus . Cassius . Come , Antony , and ...
... Cassius . You love me not . 10 Brutus . I do not like your faults . Cassius . A friendly eye could never see such faults . Brutus . A flatterer's would not , though they do appear As huge as high Olympus . Cassius . Come , Antony , and ...
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The Blodgett Readers by Grades: Primer, [Book one-eight], Bok 7 Frances Eggleston Blodgett,Andrew Burr Blodgett Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
The Blodgett Readers by Grades Book Seven (Classic Reprint) Frances E. Blodgett Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017 |
The Blodgett Readers by Grades - Book Seven Frances Eggleston Blodgett Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2010 |
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Side 134 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Side 94 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Side 114 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or freeman fa', Let him follow me!
Side 232 - Await alike the inevitable hour ; The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Side 221 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Side 241 - Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Side 131 - 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.
Side 18 - Ah why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn — thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear.
Side 184 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Side 233 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...