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Practical Grammar: Based Upon the Text of Longfellow's Evangeline and a ...
William Christopher Sayrs
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Acadian action adjective adverb answer antecedent Aztec Basil beautiful blacksmith called clause compared complete compound conjunction construction Cortés darkness Describe door element entered Evangeline Evangeline's Exercise express eyes face farmer Father flowers forest forget Gabriel garden gender gerunds Give golden Grammar hand head heard heart Indian indicative infinitive kind lake land leaves light lived looked maiden meadows meaning modify Montezuma morning night Note noun o'er object palace participle passed passive past perfect person phrase plural predicate preposition present priest pronoun received rise river rose Select sentence shore side silent simple sometimes sound Spaniards Spanish stone stood story street suggested Tell tense things Thou thought trees verb village voice waited wandered
Page 3 - This is the forest primeval; But where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, When he hears in the woodland The voice of the huntsman?
Page 7 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 17 - Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop . Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Page 301 - And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 182 - Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows. On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin, and gray were the locks that shaded his temples...
Page 183 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 9 - Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway. There, in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Page 112 - Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment ; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Page 118 - Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters, Which, like a network of steel, extended in every direction. Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.