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Essentials of English Grammar: For the Use of Schools - Scholar's Choice Edition
William Dwight Whitney
Sin vista previa disponible - 2015
Essentials of English Grammar: For the Use of Schools (Classic Reprint)
William Dwight Whitney
Sin vista previa disponible - 2017
abbreviation action added adjective or noun adjunct adverb qualifying adverbial objective antecedent appositive adjective assertion attributive adjective auxiliary belongs bird called case-form co-ordinate combination comparative complete compound conjunctions connecting words construction dative declension defined dependent clause derivative described direct object ellipsis English equivalent especially example expressed factitive genitive give given grammar hand hence horse imperative implies infinitive inflection interjections interrogative interrogative words intransitive irregular joined kind language manner meaning mode never nominative noun or pronoun nouns and adjectives objective predicate Old conjugation omitted parsing past participle plural possessive predicate adjective present participle preterit pronominal adjective qualify a verb qualifying a noun relation relative pronoun second person seen sense signify simple sentences sometimes speak speech stand subjunctive suffix tence tense thee third person thou tion tive transitive verb truth usually verb-phrases
Página 14 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...
Página 14 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 13 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 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...
Página 11 - Fair was she to behold, that maiden of seventeen summers. Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside, Black, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows.
Página 11 - But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance. Somewhat apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas, Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of GrandPre, Dwelt on his goodly acres; and with him, directing his household, Gentle Evangeline lived, his child, and the pride of the village.
Página 13 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before: — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I.
Página 203 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Página 12 - Have, then, thy wish!"— he whistled shrill, And he was answered from the hill ; Wild as the scream of the curlew, From crag to crag the signal flew. Instant, through copse and heath, arose Bonnets, and spears, and bended bows ; On right, on left, above, below, Sprung up at once the lurking foe...
Página 203 - Oh, but for one short hour! A respite however brief! No blessed leisure for Love or Hope, But only time for Grief! A little weeping would ease my heart, But in their briny bed My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread!
Página 16 - Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark...