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action asserted active voice adjective adverbial modifier Analyze the following Analyze the sentences antecedent appositive attribute complement attribute is asserted attributive verb auxiliary auxiliary verbs bird called changed Classify common complete predicate complete subject compound conjunctive pronoun connect construction contrary to fact copula copula-attribute copulative verb denote present element Example EXERCISE expressed flower form their plurals full verb FUTURE PERFECT TENSE gerund give group of words hidden idea incomplete verb indirect object infinitive inflected intransitive ject Model modifies the meaning names the receiver night noun clause noun or pronoun object complement omitted parse passive voice past tense personal pronoun phrase modifies predicate attribute prepositional phrase PRESENT PERFECT PRESENT PERFECT TENSE present tense principal word progressive verb-phrases question Section sentences containing sing singular number subjunctive tell tence thee third person thou thought tion tive transitive verb word that asserts words modify Write
Page 113 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 210 - In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing out the sea-water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic Ocean. The Atlantic was roused. Mrs Partington's spirit was up ; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs Partington. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest.
Page 117 - I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; And she I cherished turned her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed.
Page 69 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Page 210 - A soft answer turneth away wrath : but grievous words stir up anger.
Page 117 - When Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun, She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand, The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 91 - The Night is mother of the Day, The Winter of the Spring, And ever upon old Decay The greenest mosses cling. Behind the cloud the starlight lurks, Through showers the sunbeams fall ; For God, who loveth all his works, Has left his Hope with all ! 4th lit month, 1847.
Page 96 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round. Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found. That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And...
Page 142 - Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, — an excellent thing in woman.
Page 210 - O'er the smooth enamelled green, Where no print of step hath been, Follow me, as I sing And touch the warbled string; Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof Follow me. I will bring you where she sits, Clad in splendor as befits Her deity. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen.