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action adjectives answer appearance beginning called castle cause central chapter character characteristics chief clauses close coherence comes complete composition connection conversation deal definite describe effect elements English essay EXERCISE Explain expressions feelings figures following sentences give given hand head ideas important impression indicate interest introduced Ivanhoe kind King Knight Lancelot letter light look manner mark means mind morning narrative nature nouns object paragraph particular passed person phrases picture poem preceding present produce proper pupil qualities Questions reason relation respect returned scene selection sentences significance single sketch spirit story Study suggested tell theme things thought tion topics turned unity usually various verb whole wish words Write
Page 39 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Page 47 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No.- Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
Page 2 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see...
Page 241 - I pray you, speak not ; he grows worse and worse; Question enrages him : at once, good night : — Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
Page 442 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 66 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 10 - It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion ; it is easy in solitude to live after our own ; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Page 25 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.