New code progressive reader [ed. by J. Ridgway]. First (-Sixth) standardJames Ridgway 1873 |
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... cause ruin ; the introduction of the power - loom revolutionized the cotton trade ; down and down sank handloom weav- ing , and with it a lucrative commission business which the elder Chambers carried on . Ever sanguine , he alienated ...
... cause ruin ; the introduction of the power - loom revolutionized the cotton trade ; down and down sank handloom weav- ing , and with it a lucrative commission business which the elder Chambers carried on . Ever sanguine , he alienated ...
Side 26
... cause ; Cæsar's alleged the frequent proposals , which they had made for peace without effect . Thus the views , hopes , and motives of both seemed different , while their hatred and ambition were the same . Cæsar , who was ever fore ...
... cause ; Cæsar's alleged the frequent proposals , which they had made for peace without effect . Thus the views , hopes , and motives of both seemed different , while their hatred and ambition were the same . Cæsar , who was ever fore ...
Side 27
... caused his troops to halt , and with a countenance of joy informed them , that the happy time was at last come , for which they had so long wished , and which was to crown their glory and terminate their fatigues . He drew up his troops ...
... caused his troops to halt , and with a countenance of joy informed them , that the happy time was at last come , for which they had so long wished , and which was to crown their glory and terminate their fatigues . He drew up his troops ...
Side 29
... cause ; and be silent , that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour , that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in ...
... cause ; and be silent , that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour , that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in ...
Side 31
... cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O , judgment , thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! -Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back ...
... cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O , judgment , thou art fled to brutish beasts , And men have lost their reason ! -Bear with me : My heart is in the coffin there with Cæsar , And I must pause till it come back ...
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Side 34 - 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 : I only speak right on...
Side 31 - 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 ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Side 115 - The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead...
Side 31 - 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. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Side 116 - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
Side 33 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Side 115 - The sweet buds every one. When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Side 47 - O ! then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Side 30 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved 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...
Side 22 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.