School English: A Manual for Use in Connection with the Written English Work of Secondary SchoolsAmerican Book Company, 1894 - 272 стор. |
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... close . The pikes of the rebel battalions began to shake ; the ranks broke ; the King's cavalry charged again , and bore down everything before them ; the King's infantry came pouring across the ditch . Even in that extremity the Mendip ...
... close . The pikes of the rebel battalions began to shake ; the ranks broke ; the King's cavalry charged again , and bore down everything before them ; the King's infantry came pouring across the ditch . Even in that extremity the Mendip ...
Сторінка 95
... close of his life reminded one of a beautiful glorious sun- set in a summer day . She died like a noble martyr . He lived throughout the life of a true and consistent apostle of Christ . ( c ) Verbosity or wordiness , a fault consisting ...
... close of his life reminded one of a beautiful glorious sun- set in a summer day . She died like a noble martyr . He lived throughout the life of a true and consistent apostle of Christ . ( c ) Verbosity or wordiness , a fault consisting ...
Сторінка 99
... close is called a periodic sentence , or a period . A sentence in which the main thought is not sus- pended until the close is called a loose sentence . PERIODIC SENTENCES . 1. When , under a tropical sun , he ruled fifty millions of ...
... close is called a periodic sentence , or a period . A sentence in which the main thought is not sus- pended until the close is called a loose sentence . PERIODIC SENTENCES . 1. When , under a tropical sun , he ruled fifty millions of ...
Сторінка 106
... close ; and one suggests that the last word of a sentence should have an alternation of long and short syllables , or at least that the next to the last should be long . But though we may imagine that such an arrangement is the cause of ...
... close ; and one suggests that the last word of a sentence should have an alternation of long and short syllables , or at least that the next to the last should be long . But though we may imagine that such an arrangement is the cause of ...
Сторінка 111
... close upon us , some impulse of a heady current or local vortex gave a wheeling bias to her course , and off she forged without a shock . As she ran past us , high aloft amongst the shrouds stood the lady of the pinnace . The deeps ...
... close upon us , some impulse of a heady current or local vortex gave a wheeling bias to her course , and off she forged without a shock . As she ran past us , high aloft amongst the shrouds stood the lady of the pinnace . The deeps ...
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adjectives adverbs Anglo-Saxon ANGLO-SAXON LANGUAGE Anglo-Saxon literature apostrophe argument authors beauty beginning Black Ditch Britons Bussex called Celtic Celts chapter charms Christian church clause clear comma composition Conquest darkness death definition dependent clause derived dictionary England English language English words errors essay EXAMPLES FOR CORRECTION exercises express eyes figure figure of speech force foreign French genius given grammatical heart horse ideas Jutes King Latin Latin words letter writing look matter meaning metaphor metonymy mind never Norman Norman French Northumbria noun object original passage pause person phrase pinnace pleasure plural preposition pronoun punctuation pupil Roman rose rule is violated Saxon sentence singular sound speak speech student study of rhetoric style suggested sweet SYNECHDOCHE tence thee thou thought tion verb village vocabulary written
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Сторінка 139 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Сторінка 261 - A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Сторінка 109 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Сторінка 259 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Сторінка 150 - A vast ocean, planted with innumerable islands, that were covered with fruits and flowers, and interwoven with a thousand little shining seas that ran among them. I could see persons dressed in glorious habits, with garlands upon their heads, passing among the trees, lying down by the sides of fountains, or resting on beds of flowers; and could hear a confused harmony of singing birds, falling waters, human voices, and musical instruments.
Сторінка 142 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Сторінка 143 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Сторінка 256 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Сторінка 108 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Сторінка 108 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.