Elements of Composition and Rhetoric: With Copious Exercises in Both Criticism and ConstructionAmerican Book Company, 1889 - 416 Seiten |
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... never understand why he left so suddenly . 7. Mark , now , how a plain tale shall put you down . 8. Tell me not in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream . 9. Charles Lamb , reading the epitaphs in the church - yard , inquired ...
... never understand why he left so suddenly . 7. Mark , now , how a plain tale shall put you down . 8. Tell me not in mournful numbers , Life is but an empty dream . 9. Charles Lamb , reading the epitaphs in the church - yard , inquired ...
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... Never , except when the " if - clause " is very emphatic , should it be placed after the consequent . EXERCISE X. DIRECTION . - Combine each of the following groups into one complex sentence : 1. The portrait of Parris is one of the ...
... Never , except when the " if - clause " is very emphatic , should it be placed after the consequent . EXERCISE X. DIRECTION . - Combine each of the following groups into one complex sentence : 1. The portrait of Parris is one of the ...
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... never heard spoken a language exceeding it in eloquence . She cooked our dinner for us at two . She went shopping for or with us at five . She threw us into fits of laughter at eight . She threw us into laughter by some unexpected bit ...
... never heard spoken a language exceeding it in eloquence . She cooked our dinner for us at two . She went shopping for or with us at five . She threw us into fits of laughter at eight . She threw us into laughter by some unexpected bit ...
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... never saw a prettier nest In rye - field or in clover , Than this wherein she sat at rest When building work was over . Three speckled eggs soon warmly lay Beneath the happy sitter ; Three little birds - oh , joy ! -one day Began to ...
... never saw a prettier nest In rye - field or in clover , Than this wherein she sat at rest When building work was over . Three speckled eggs soon warmly lay Beneath the happy sitter ; Three little birds - oh , joy ! -one day Began to ...
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... never ! - Who could suppose a little bird Would do a thing so clever ? Come , now ! ' t would be a shame to harm The fruit of such wise labor . I wouldn't hurt you for a farm , My pretty little neighbor ! " He put the coat back ...
... never ! - Who could suppose a little bird Would do a thing so clever ? Come , now ! ' t would be a shame to harm The fruit of such wise labor . I wouldn't hurt you for a farm , My pretty little neighbor ! " He put the coat back ...
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acatalectic adjective clause adverbial clause ALICE CARY Anapestic antecedent beautiful birds called comma complex sentence composition compound sentence conjunctive adverb connected dependent clause DIRECTION discourse earth English examples EXERCISE express eyes feeling figure flowers following sentences give grandam hand hath heard heart heaven hence honor hope iambic iambic pentameter Inchcape Inchcape Rock kind King language light live look Lord meaning merry metaphor Metonymy mind modifies nature never night noun noun clause o'er object paragraph participle person phrases poem poetry predicate principal pronoun proposition prose punctuation Rhetoric rhyme rock RULE sail sense simile simple sentences sometimes soul sound speak statement style subordinate conjunction sweet syllables Synecdoche T. B. ALDRICH tell tences tetrameter thee things thou thought tion topics trees trochaic truth verb verse voice wind words writer
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Seite 278 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper ? the glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; neither turneth he back from the sword.
Seite 345 - Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee : Thou art He who, never weary, Watchest where Thy people be.
Seite 116 - Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neighed, To join the dreadful revelry.
Seite 332 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Seite 237 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Seite 245 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seite 249 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Seite 376 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Seite 299 - PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise ye the LORD from the heavens : Praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels : Praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon : Praise him, all ye stars of light.
Seite 364 - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...