The Standard Fourth Reader, Part 2J.L. Shorey, 1874 |
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Page 206
... Cæsar . I'm weary of conjectures , Thus am I doubly armed . this must end them . My death and life , My bane and antidote , are both before me . * This in a moment brings me to my end ; But this informs me I shall never die . The soul ...
... Cæsar . I'm weary of conjectures , Thus am I doubly armed . this must end them . My death and life , My bane and antidote , are both before me . * This in a moment brings me to my end ; But this informs me I shall never die . The soul ...
Page 207
... Cæsar comes in triumph ? What conquest brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks , you stōnes , you worse than senseless things ! O you hard hearts ! you cruel men ...
... Cæsar comes in triumph ? What conquest brings he home ? What tributaries follow him to Rome , To grace in captive bonds his chariot wheels ? You blocks , you stōnes , you worse than senseless things ! O you hard hearts ! you cruel men ...
Page 267
... Cæsar's , — to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was not less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather ...
... Cæsar's , — to him I say , that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was not less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this is my answer : Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather ...
Page 316
... Cæsar , is deservedly cel ebrated . It is immediately preceded by Brutus's address , which may be found on page 267. Cæsar , on account of his designs against the liberties of the people , had been slain ty Brutus and others . Mark ...
... Cæsar , is deservedly cel ebrated . It is immediately preceded by Brutus's address , which may be found on page 267. Cæsar , on account of his designs against the liberties of the people , had been slain ty Brutus and others . Mark ...
Page 318
... Cæsar followed it ! This , this was the unkindest cut of all ; For , when the noble Cæsar saw him stab , Ingratitude , more strong than traitor's arms , Quite vanquished him . Then burst his mighty heart ; And , in his mantle muffling ...
... Cæsar followed it ! This , this was the unkindest cut of all ; For , when the noble Cæsar saw him stab , Ingratitude , more strong than traitor's arms , Quite vanquished him . Then burst his mighty heart ; And , in his mantle muffling ...
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Page 275 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 261 - 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 151 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 128 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 182 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 264 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 311 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Page 261 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 327 - But that the dread of something after death — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 144 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.