Language Lessons from Literature: Book I-IIHoughton, Mifflin and Company, 1903 |
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adjective clause ADJECTIVES AND ADVERBS adverb adverbial clause Antwerp asserting action Augustin Hirschvogel beautiful called child columns complete the meaning conjunctive pronoun correct digraph DOG OF FLANDERS EXERCISES IN COMPOSITION filling each blank FOLLOW CHAPTER following sentences following words Forever never girl heart HENRY VAN DYKE Hirschvogel incomplete verb JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER letter LIMITING ADJECTIVES looked mark the vowel night noun or pronoun object Observe OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES oral sentences Patrasche personal pronouns phrase picture Pilgrims poem Point predicate preposition principal clause proper noun province of Belgium quotation second statement SECTION sentences containing sentences given silent sing singular form snow Snow-Bound spelling stanza story Strehla STUDY subject-form supplementary lessons tell tences Thor thought tree verb-phrase voice vowel sounds Whittier WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Winfrid wood words correctly words from dictation Write from dictation Write the following
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Page 241 - Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine ! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod ; They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God.
Page 187 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long...
Page 293 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 276 - Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, — A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag wavering to and fro Crossed and recrossed the winged snow: And ere the early bedtime came The white drift piled the window-frame, And through the glass the clothes-line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts.
Page 187 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 229 - No man is born into the world whose work Is not born with him ; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will; And blessed are the horny hands of toil...
Page 287 - As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow-blown traveler, sank From sight beneath the smothering bank, We piled, with care, our nightly stack Of wood against the chimney-back...
Page 276 - Meanwhile we did our nightly chores— Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows; Heard the horse whinnying for his corn; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...
Page 223 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Page 277 - All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow!