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The Institutes of English Grammar, Methodically Arranged: With Copious ...
Henry Kiddle,Goold Brown
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according adjective adjective phrase adjuncts adverb agree anapestic antecedent apposition attribute auxiliary called classes comma complex conjunction connected consonant construction declarative sentence Defective Verbs denotes dependent clause diphthong ellipsis Example Analyzed exercise express False Syntax finite verb following sentences gender govern grammarian happy honor hyperbaton imperative mood imperfect indicative mood infinitive mood inflections inserted Interjections interrogative language letters Lord loved mind modified neuter never nominative Note noun or pronoun object observations Parsing perfect participle Perfect Tense personal pronoun Pluperfect Tense Plur plural number Poss POTENTIAL MOOD preceded predicate verb prefixed preperfect preposition Present Tense preterit proper pupil reading relation relative pronoun require semivowels simple adjective simple adverbial phrase singular number sometimes sound speak speech subjunctive subjunctive mood subordinate rules syllable thee things third person thought tion triphthong truth understood uttered virtue vowel wise words write
Page 273 - An allegory is a continued narration of fictitious events, designed to represent and illustrate important realities. Thus the Psalmist represents the Jewish nation under the symbol of a vine: "Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt: thou hast cast out the heathen and planted it. Thou preparedst room before it, and
Page 240 - miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair *•-Milton. Ay, but to die,' and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod;—'tis too horrible.—Shakspeare. My soul, turn from them—turn we
Page 286 - quaint and | curious \ volume | of for (-gotten | lore, While I | nodded, | nearly | napping, ] sudden|-ly there | came a | tapping, As of | some one | gently | rapping, | rapping | at my | chamber | door." Measure 2d. — Trochaic of Seven Feet, or Heptameter : " Hasten, | Lord, to | rescue | me, and | set me | safe from | trouble ; Shame
Page 235 - did betray The heart that loved her ; 'tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongue*, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men
Page 240 - no torment, save thy rage, Were • to thy fury pain proportion'd full."—Gary's Dante. Yet a few days,* and thee, The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet, in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.—Bryant. Questions for Review*
Page 278 - ix., 33. Thus Conscience pleads her cause within the breast, Though long-rebell'd against, not yet suppress'd.—Cowper. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.—Id. For those the race of Israel oft forsook Their living strength, and unfrequented left His righteous altar, bowing lowly down To bestial gods.—Milton.
Page 233 - like a dome of many-colored glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.—Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek t Follow where all is fled !—Rome's azure sky, Flowers, ruins, statues,
Page 239 - but the' more a fool, the more a knave.—Pope. O God ! methinks' it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain! To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they
Page 280 - At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night—Milton. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No; this my hand will
Page 263 - Does nature bear a tyrant's breast Is she the friend of stern control Wears she the despot's purple vest Or fetters she the free-born soul Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster Who art thou courteous stranger and from