Practice in Parsing and AnalysisLittle, Brown,, 1906 - 92 páginas |
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... round his bonnet blue . 55. She went by dale and she went by down With a single rose in her hair . 56. They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer . 57. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks , Through ...
... round his bonnet blue . 55. She went by dale and she went by down With a single rose in her hair . 56. They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer . 57. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks , Through ...
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... distant plain . 45. The successors of the old Cavaliers had turned demagogues ; the successors of the old Round- heads had turned courtiers . 46. Ere the silver sickle of that month L47 . 10 PRACTICE IN PARSING AND ANALYSIS.
... distant plain . 45. The successors of the old Cavaliers had turned demagogues ; the successors of the old Round- heads had turned courtiers . 46. Ere the silver sickle of that month L47 . 10 PRACTICE IN PARSING AND ANALYSIS.
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Helen Arnold. 19. Tloved the brimming wave that swam✓ Through quiet meadows round the mill . 20. The beauties of the sunset had not faded from the long light films of cloud that lay at peace in the horizon . 21. From Poets ' Corner I ...
Helen Arnold. 19. Tloved the brimming wave that swam✓ Through quiet meadows round the mill . 20. The beauties of the sunset had not faded from the long light films of cloud that lay at peace in the horizon . 21. From Poets ' Corner I ...
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... round , sobbing in their dismay . 42. One good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that . 43. Ambition , ruled by reason and religion , is a virtue . 44. Every noble life leaves a fibre of it interwoven forever ...
... round , sobbing in their dismay . 42. One good deed , dying tongueless , Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that . 43. Ambition , ruled by reason and religion , is a virtue . 44. Every noble life leaves a fibre of it interwoven forever ...
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... round the whole brow of the hill , is the outer boundary of the fortress . 58. Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered , seeking for the better land . 59. Our hero turned to a little ...
... round the whole brow of the hill , is the outer boundary of the fortress . 58. Hence in silence and in sorrow , toiling still with busy hand , Like an emigrant he wandered , seeking for the better land . 59. Our hero turned to a little ...
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Abbott's active voice adjective adverb AGNES IRWIN SCHOOL apposition beautiful beneath birds blue boughs breath bright brown called Camelot child clause clouds commanding verb commas conjunction dark deep dependent clause earth EXERCISE eyes fall forest glad gleam glory grass gray green haste hath hear heart heaven hill Imperative Mood Infinitive Mood jests at scars lark lift light little Hiawatha look meadow merry mist moan moon morning mountain murmur night noun or pronoun o'er object ocean PARSING AND ANALYSIS participle passive voice pasture perfect tense plays Pluperfect Tense PRACTICE IN PARSING Preterit relative pronoun rocks rode rose round shade shadows silent singing smaller sentences soft song sound sparkling Speech stand stars stream studied You studied SUBJECT ABSOLUTE summer sunbeam sweet thing thou tower town trees truth verb verb-adjective water-meadows waves wild wind woods word or words
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Página 74 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Página 72 - THE Stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 76 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside. My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Página 70 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 34 - 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.
Página 72 - 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.
Página 75 - Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking ; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more : Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Página 71 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 77 - On the blanch'd sands a gloom ; Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry. We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town ; At the church on the hill-side — And then come back down. Singing : " There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she ! She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea.
Página 70 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen and save! Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus, By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...