English grammar for elementary schoolsDaldy, Isbister & Company, 1877 - 96 páginas |
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1st Person 2nd 2nd Person 3rd 2nd Person Thou Abstract Nouns action implied Adverbs Adverbs derived Alphabet auxiliary verb brother Cæsar called child co-ordinate Common Gender Common Nouns conjunction consonant dare Defective Verbs denotes doer English EXERCISE Explain the terms Extension of predicate Feminine following sentences form their plural formed by adding Gerund IMPERATIVE MOOD Indefinite Pronouns INDICATIVE MOOD INFINITIVE MOOD inflexions Interjection Interrogative Pronouns Intransitive language Latin lean leant leant or leaned lit or lighted means names neuter gender Nominative noun or pronoun object PARSING Passive Participle Passive Voice Past Tense Person 3rd Person Person If &c person or thing Personal Pronouns phrase Plur plural forms Poss Possessive Prefixes Prepositions Present Tense Principal sentence Reflexive Pronouns Relative Pronouns singular number six sentences containing sometimes sound Strong Verbs Subject Subjunctive Mood Suffixes Superlative syllables tences Teutonic third person tive transitive verb trix Weak Verbs Write down six
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Página 94 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 67 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 84 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 94 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Página 68 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN. AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a thrush that sings loud — it has sung for three years ; Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Página 88 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Página 94 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 94 - twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning!
Página 94 - Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend : And, placed on high, above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Página 92 - Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!