High School Exercises in GrammarLongmans, Green, and Company, 1911 - 198 Seiten |
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... lies , Fallen cold and dead . 8 Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter . Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter . 9 Drain we the cup- Friend , art afraid ? 10 Swell , organ ...
... lies , Fallen cold and dead . 8 Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter . Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter . 9 Drain we the cup- Friend , art afraid ? 10 Swell , organ ...
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... lies deep - meadowed , happy , fair with orchard lawns . 17 All actual heroes are essential men . 18 Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . 19 Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller , Deaf are his ears with ...
... lies deep - meadowed , happy , fair with orchard lawns . 17 All actual heroes are essential men . 18 Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust . 19 Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller , Deaf are his ears with ...
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... lies low in the leveled sand . 22. Some Verbs , such as speak , sing , learn , teach , may be used ( 1 ) Transitively , or ( 2 ) Intransitively . If the thing spoken , sung , learned , taught , etc. , is named or expressed in the ...
... lies low in the leveled sand . 22. Some Verbs , such as speak , sing , learn , teach , may be used ( 1 ) Transitively , or ( 2 ) Intransitively . If the thing spoken , sung , learned , taught , etc. , is named or expressed in the ...
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... lies . 22 Send us the hearts of our fathers of old . 23 Thy brave heart found life's turmoil sweet . 24 The drama's laws the drama's patrons give . 25 Joan of Arc was accounted a sorceress by the English . 26 Eighty winters leave the ...
... lies . 22 Send us the hearts of our fathers of old . 23 Thy brave heart found life's turmoil sweet . 24 The drama's laws the drama's patrons give . 25 Joan of Arc was accounted a sorceress by the English . 26 Eighty winters leave the ...
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... lies one whose name was traced in sand . 15 There are no birds in last year's nest . 16 Children dear , were we long alone ? 17 In the stormy east - wind straining The pale yellow woods were waning . 18 O then a longing like despair 19 ...
... lies one whose name was traced in sand . 15 There are no birds in last year's nest . 16 Children dear , were we long alone ? 17 In the stormy east - wind straining The pale yellow woods were waning . 18 O then a longing like despair 19 ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 164 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...