High School Exercises in GrammarLongmans, Green & Company, 1911 - 198 |
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... better days ! 10 Be he alive or be he dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . 11 Mine be a cot beside the hill . 12 O that he were here to write me down an ass ! 13 O wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea , My plaidie to the ...
... better days ! 10 Be he alive or be he dead , I'll grind his bones to make my bread . 11 Mine be a cot beside the hill . 12 O that he were here to write me down an ass ! 13 O wert thou in the cauld blast On yonder lea , My plaidie to the ...
Strona 38
... better man , nor one to me more lovable ; we shall all feel his loss more greatly as time goes on . 11 This is the system upon which I have governed my- self many years , and so I will go on till I have done . 12 I've lived since then ...
... better man , nor one to me more lovable ; we shall all feel his loss more greatly as time goes on . 11 This is the system upon which I have governed my- self many years , and so I will go on till I have done . 12 I've lived since then ...
Strona 46
... better bear what I am destined to . 20 Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if Atticus were he ? 42. The verbs may ( might ) , would , and should , fre- quently used to form Subjunctive verb - phrases ...
... better bear what I am destined to . 20 Who but must laugh , if such a man there be ? Who would not weep , if Atticus were he ? 42. The verbs may ( might ) , would , and should , fre- quently used to form Subjunctive verb - phrases ...
Strona 64
... better able to realize that the local differences impressed so deeply on the great sec- tions of the country from the first are not even now wholly effaced . 24 But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place , Lingering a minute . 25 ...
... better able to realize that the local differences impressed so deeply on the great sec- tions of the country from the first are not even now wholly effaced . 24 But suffer me to pace Round the forbidden place , Lingering a minute . 25 ...
Strona 66
... better , oft we mar what's well . 10 There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so . 11 The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . 12 All that lives must die , Passing through nature to eternity . 13 There ...
... better , oft we mar what's well . 10 There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so . 11 The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard . 12 All that lives must die , Passing through nature to eternity . 13 There ...
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action Active Voice Adjective Clauses Adjective Complement Adverbial Clauses adverbial phrase Analyze Apposition Attributive Complement Auxiliary beautiful breath Cæsar called classified complements and modifiers Complex Declarative Sentence Complex Sentences Compound Sentence conjunctive adverb connected dear death denote direct object doth dream earth express eyes fair find the nouns following points following sentences forms friends Gerund hath hear heart heaven Indicative Mood Indirect Infinitive Intransitive King live model given Modifier of Verb Modifiers of Complement never night Nominative Absolute Note noun or pronoun Passive Voice Past Indicative Past Participle person or thing Plural poet Predicate Adjective Predicate Noun Predicate Verb Preposition Principal Proposition principal word Relative Pronoun round sentences and tell sentences in Exercise sing song soul stood Subject Subjunctive Subordinate Clause Subordinate Conjunction sweet TENSE Singular thee thine third person thought tion tive Transitive Verbs Verbals
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Strona 182 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet, whence he blew Soul-animating strains, — alas! too few.
Strona 183 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Strona 181 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Strona 101 - By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well", cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Strona 77 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Strona 178 - ... Nature, they say,. doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by...
Strona 45 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Strona 180 - He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river!) Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, Steadily from the outside ring, And notched the poor dry empty thing In holes, as he sat by the river. "This is the way...
Strona 81 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Strona 180 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.