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Essentials of English Grammar: For the Use of Schools - Scholar's Choice Edition
William Dwight Whitney
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Essentials of English Grammar: For the Use of Schools (Classic Reprint)
William Dwight Whitney
No preview available - 2017
according action added addition adjective adverb already appositive assertion auxiliary belongs better called chapter character clause combination comes common comparative complete compound condition conjugation conjunctions connection construction corresponding defined dependent derived described direct English especially example Exercise expressed gave give given gone hand hence horse imperative implies infinitive inflection interrogative irregular joined kind language less limiting living look manner meaning mode never nominative noticed noun noun or pronoun object omitted parsing participle passive past person phrases plural pointed possessive predicate preposition present preterit pronoun qualifying question regarded relation relative seen sense sentence separate signify simple singular sometimes sound speak speech stands suffix taken tense thing third thou tion tive true truth turned usually verb whole words
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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...