The Institutes of English Grammar, Methodically Arranged: With Copious Language Lessons, Also a Key to the Examples of False Syntax : Designed for the Use of Schools, Academies, and Private StudentsW. Wood & Company, 1887 - 345 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
according active-transitive verb adjective adjective phrase adjuncts adverb agree anapestic antecedent apposition attribute auxiliary called classes comma complex conjunction connected consonant construction correct Defective Verbs denotes dependent clause ellipsis EXAMPLE ANALYZED exercise express False Syntax finite verb following sentences FORMULE.-Not proper gender governed grammarian happy honor imperative mood imperfect indicative mood infinitive mood inflections inserted Interjections interrogative language letters Lord loved mind modified never nominative NOTE noun or pronoun object observations Parsing perfect participle Perfect Tense personal pronoun Pluperfect Tense Plur plural number Poss POTENTIAL MOOD preceding predicate verb prefixed preperfect preposition Present Tense preterit pupil reading relation relative pronoun require semivowels simple adjective simple adverbial phrase singular number sometimes sound speak speech subjunctive subjunctive mood subordinate rules syllable thee things third person thought tion triphthong truth understood uttered virtue vowel wise words write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 279 - An allegory is a continued narration of fictitious events, designed to represent and illustrate important realities. Thus the Psalmist represents the Jewish nation under the symbol of a vine: "Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt: thou hast cast out the heathen and planted it. Thou preparedst room before it, and
Seite 246 - miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair *•-Milton. Ay, but to die,' and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod;—'tis too horrible.—Shakspeare. My soul, turn from them—turn we
Seite 292 - quaint and | curious \ volume | of for (-gotten | lore, While I | nodded, | nearly | napping, ] sudden|-ly there | came a | tapping, As of | some one | gently | rapping, | rapping | at my | chamber | door." Measure 2d. — Trochaic of Seven Feet, or Heptameter : " Hasten, | Lord, to | rescue | me, and | set me | safe from | trouble ; Shame
Seite 241 - did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongue*, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men
Seite 246 - no torment, save thy rage, Were • to thy fury pain proportion'd full."—Gary's Dante. Yet a few days,* and thee, The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet, in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.—Bryant. Questions for Review*
Seite 284 - ix., 33. Thus Conscience pleads her cause within the breast, Though long-rebell'd against, not yet suppress'd.—Cowper. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.—Id. For those the race of Israel oft forsook Their living strength, and unfrequented left His righteous altar, bowing lowly down To bestial gods.—Milton.
Seite 239 - like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.—Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek t Follow where all is fled !—Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues,
Seite 245 - but the' more a fool, the more a knave.—Pope. O God ! methinks' it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain! To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they
Seite 286 - At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night—Milton. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will
Seite 269 - Does nature bear a tyrant's breast Is she the friend of stern control Wears she the despot's purple vest Or fetters she the free-born soul Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster Who art thou courteous stranger and from