Précis Writing for American Schools: Methods of Abridging, Summarizing, Condensing, with Copious ExercisesSamuel Thurber Little, Brown and Company, 1924 - 150 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... look at books as they look at pictures that glide by on a shimmering screen and make no lasting impression . But to write a précis we must look stead- fastly at words , and carry sentences through to the end . We cannot skim . We must ...
... look at books as they look at pictures that glide by on a shimmering screen and make no lasting impression . But to write a précis we must look stead- fastly at words , and carry sentences through to the end . We cannot skim . We must ...
Pàgina 12
... look it up at the moment . If that is impossible , it must be written firmly on the memory and traced at the first opportunity . It is good to encourage in yourself the habit of dawdling a little over the dictionary . It is the only ...
... look it up at the moment . If that is impossible , it must be written firmly on the memory and traced at the first opportunity . It is good to encourage in yourself the habit of dawdling a little over the dictionary . It is the only ...
Pàgina 13
... look it up at the moment . 8. If that is impossible , it must be written firmly on the memory and traced at the first opportunity . 9. It is good to encourage in your- self the habit of dawdling a little over the dictionary . 10. It is ...
... look it up at the moment . 8. If that is impossible , it must be written firmly on the memory and traced at the first opportunity . 9. It is good to encourage in your- self the habit of dawdling a little over the dictionary . 10. It is ...
Pàgina 27
... look On mists in idleness - to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook . He has his Winter too of pale misfeature , Or else he would forego his mortal nature . - Précis 1 The mind of man has four seasons , even as the year ...
... look On mists in idleness - to let fair things Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook . He has his Winter too of pale misfeature , Or else he would forego his mortal nature . - Précis 1 The mind of man has four seasons , even as the year ...
Pàgina 38
... look of amazement and dismay on his hairy visage ; he appeared to be utterly overcome with astonishment . It didn't seem reasonable that an insignificant misshapen creature like that could , with no apparent effort , cover so much ...
... look of amazement and dismay on his hairy visage ; he appeared to be utterly overcome with astonishment . It didn't seem reasonable that an insignificant misshapen creature like that could , with no apparent effort , cover so much ...
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Précis Writing for American Schools: Methods of Abridging, Summarizing ... Samuel Thurber Visualització completa - 1924 |
Précis Writing for American Schools: Methods of Abridging, Summarizing ... Samuel Thurber Visualització completa - 1924 |
Précis Writing for American Schools: Methods of Abridging, Summarizing ... Samuel Thurber Visualització de fragments - 1940 |
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abstract Agnes Repplier ALFRED TENNYSON American athletics Atlantic Monthly beauty better boys breath central thought Charles Swain Charles Swain Thomas coasting color Company condensed dark death dictionary Ellery Sedgwick England English eyes face feel girls habit hand heart Henry HENRY VAN DYKE high-school seniors Hillside Avenue horse human JAMES HUNEKER John Galsworthy JOHN KEATS JOSEPH HUSBAND LAFCADIO HEARN large vocabulary light live look man's means mind minutes never night original paper paragraph passage passed poem poetry practice précis writing pupils satisfactory précis selection sleep sonnet STENGEL story strange Street summaries sweet teachers things thou to-day Topic sentence train WASHINGTON IRVING WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind women words write a précis written young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 146 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pàgina 108 - My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it...
Pàgina 124 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain hath bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Pàgina 145 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Pàgina 146 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Pàgina 121 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter ' Little Prig '. Bun replied, ' You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace 10 To occupy my place.
Pàgina 142 - THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the Grasshopper's...
Pàgina 26 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom...
Pàgina 25 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings; Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pàgina 133 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man ,' Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.