A Grammar of the English LanguageCowperthwait & Company, 1867 - 323 pàgines |
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A Grammar of the English Language: Adpated to the Use of Schools and Academies Samuel Stillman Greene Visualització completa - 1863 |
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abridged proposition accent according to Rule active voice adjective element adverb adverbial element apposition attribute auxiliary belongs called CAUTION comma common noun complex predicate compound consonant construction coördinate conjunction copula Defective Verbs denotes Ex.-The Exercise express following examples following sentences form,-inf FUTURE PERFECT TENSE Give the rule grammatical hence idea indicative mode infinitive interrogative pronoun intransitive joined letter loved meaning MODEL modify neuter nominative nominative absolute noun or pronoun object parse passive voice past participle past perfect past tense PERFECT TENSE personal pronoun phrase poet possessive prefix PRESENT PERFECT TENSE present tense principal clause prog relation relative pronoun represent second person shalt signification simple predicate simple subject sing singular number sometimes speaking subjunctive subordinate clause subordinate connective substantive subvocals syllable Syntax Tell thee thing third person thou thought transitive verb triphthong vowel write written
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Pàgina 313 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Pàgina 313 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Pàgina 120 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pàgina 99 - I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a. once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre, not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing...
Pàgina 157 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 172 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected...
Pàgina 157 - Unfading HOPE ! when life's last embers burn, When soul to soul, and dust to dust return ! . Heaven to thy charge resigns the awful hour ! Oh ! then, thy kingdom comes ! Immortal Power...
Pàgina 312 - Ye nymphs of Solyma ! begin the song : To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus and th...
Pàgina 150 - OF all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Now tell me if that any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this — ' He giveth His beloved sleep ' ? What would we give to our beloved?
Pàgina 312 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.