Sheldon's Advanced Language Lessons: Grammar and CompositionThe Company, 1895 - 376 страници |
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... sweet voice sang softly . 6. Never speak unkindly . 7. The stormy waves thundered louder . 8. The lightning flashed vividly . 9. Gradually the storm died away . 10. The singing lark soared continually higher . Complete the following ...
... sweet voice sang softly . 6. Never speak unkindly . 7. The stormy waves thundered louder . 8. The lightning flashed vividly . 9. Gradually the storm died away . 10. The singing lark soared continually higher . Complete the following ...
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... Sweet Home , " was an American named John Howard Payne , who was born in June , 1792 . 5. The vessel was flying before the wind . 6. The bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver . 7. Remember the maxim , “ Know thyself . " 8. Dr ...
... Sweet Home , " was an American named John Howard Payne , who was born in June , 1792 . 5. The vessel was flying before the wind . 6. The bleak winds of March Made her tremble and shiver . 7. Remember the maxim , “ Know thyself . " 8. Dr ...
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... sweet- ness , tenderness , and melody , I have no doubt ; and that our mocking bird in his native haunts in the South sur- passes any bird in the world in fluency , variety , and exe- cution , is highly probable . — BURroughs . 9. There ...
... sweet- ness , tenderness , and melody , I have no doubt ; and that our mocking bird in his native haunts in the South sur- passes any bird in the world in fluency , variety , and exe- cution , is highly probable . — BURroughs . 9. There ...
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... sweet , Like music on my ear . 5. Each man's chimney is his golden milestone . 6. Happy hearts are watching out The old year's latest night . 7. The blue sky is the temple's arch . LONGFELLOW . WHITTIER . 8. A soldier's death thou hast ...
... sweet , Like music on my ear . 5. Each man's chimney is his golden milestone . 6. Happy hearts are watching out The old year's latest night . 7. The blue sky is the temple's arch . LONGFELLOW . WHITTIER . 8. A soldier's death thou hast ...
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... Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine . 7. No time is this for hands long over - worn To task their strength . WHITTIER . 8. Come , good people , all and each , Come and listen to our speech ! In your presence here I stand , With a ...
... Sweet bird ! I could not wish for thine . 7. No time is this for hands long over - worn To task their strength . WHITTIER . 8. Come , good people , all and each , Come and listen to our speech ! In your presence here I stand , With a ...
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adverb adverbial phrase anapestic antecedent apposition assert attributive complement auxiliary beautiful birds called comma completed COMPOSITION compound sentence conjunction connected dactylic declarative sentence denote element EMERSON English express flowers following sentences formed by annexing friends FUTURE PERFECT TENSE gender girl give grammatical predicate grammatical subject hear indicative mode infinitive interrogative intransitive language laughed LESSON letter live logical and grammatical logical predicate logical subject LONGFELLOW masculine meaning modified nominative noun or pronoun objective complement Parse passive past participle past tense person and number personal pronouns plural number poet possessive preposition PRESENT PERFECT TENSE PRESENT TENSE principal sentence quotation Rewrite the following second sentence SHAKESPEARE simple predicate sing singular number speech Study carefully subjunctive subordinate clause sweet syllables tell tences thee thine things Thou thought transitive verb tree trochaic trochees WHITTIER wind word Write sentences Write ten sentences
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Страница 368 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Страница 311 - ... CHAMBERED NAUTILUS. THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare ; Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl, — Wrecked is the ship of pearl ! And every chambered cell, Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell...
Страница 196 - Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said: "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse; and with me The girl in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power, To kindle or restrain.
Страница 367 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler!
Страница 242 - And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot...
Страница 367 - Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
Страница 238 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Страница 205 - Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Страница 367 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Страница 188 - Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!