Parsing Book: Containing Rules of Syntax and Models for Analyzing and Transposing, Together with Selections of Prose and Poetry from Writers of Standard AuthorityPhinney & Company, 1854 |
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... look is derived may wither and fade may expect MODIFIERS OF THE PRED . a council at Cordova from a distance , the peril of the king . of the good . from your own admission . verdant , in the winter . from a Saxon word . to - morrow . to ...
... look is derived may wither and fade may expect MODIFIERS OF THE PRED . a council at Cordova from a distance , the peril of the king . of the good . from your own admission . verdant , in the winter . from a Saxon word . to - morrow . to ...
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... looks and eager inquiries of a female , who was passing from group to group , with sorrow and agitation painted on her countenance . 1 Rule X. 3 Rule VIII . 16. It was a mother who could not find her 28 SELECTIONS FOR.
... looks and eager inquiries of a female , who was passing from group to group , with sorrow and agitation painted on her countenance . 1 Rule X. 3 Rule VIII . 16. It was a mother who could not find her 28 SELECTIONS FOR.
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... 'll grow double : Up ! up ! my friend , and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? 25 1 Rule XXI , Rem . 14 . 2 Rules X. and XXI , Rem . & The sun above the mountain's head , A freshening luster ANALYZING AND PARSING . 31.
... 'll grow double : Up ! up ! my friend , and clear your looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? 25 1 Rule XXI , Rem . 14 . 2 Rules X. and XXI , Rem . & The sun above the mountain's head , A freshening luster ANALYZING AND PARSING . 31.
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... look on me Do seem to know my shame ; I cannot bear Their eyes ; I cannot from my heart root out The love that wrings it so , and I must die . It was a summer morning , and they went To this old precipice . About the cliffs Lay garlands ...
... look on me Do seem to know my shame ; I cannot bear Their eyes ; I cannot from my heart root out The love that wrings it so , and I must die . It was a summer morning , and they went To this old precipice . About the cliffs Lay garlands ...
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... look Of heaven upon his face , which limners give To the beloved disciple . How I loved That gracious boy ! Younger ... Look in the next fierce brawl To see them die . Have ye fair daughters ? Look To see them live , torn from your arms ...
... look Of heaven upon his face , which limners give To the beloved disciple . How I loved That gracious boy ! Younger ... Look in the next fierce brawl To see them die . Have ye fair daughters ? Look To see them live , torn from your arms ...
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Términos y frases comunes
abridged expression adjective adjunct adverb Alhambra analyzing and parsing angels arms Beelzebub bliss blows breath Cæsar called CHAPTER Circassia clause clouds complex noun conjunction Conjunctive Adverbs Crom Cromwell darkness death deep denote dependent clause earth eternal eyes fair fate fire flame foes followed frequently glory groves happy hath heart heaven Hernando de Talavera hills honor hope immortal Infinitive mode intransitive verbs joined king learner light lord Milton modified predicate modified subject mountains night NOTE noun in apposition noun or pronoun o'er pain participle peace plural praise preposition rage refer relative clause relative pronoun REMARKS rolled ruin Rule X Rule XVIII Rule XXI shade simple sentences singular smiles Soho square sometimes song sorrow soul stand stood subjunctive sung supplied sweet tences thee thing thou thought throne thunder tive whence wind wing words
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Página 100 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 71 - Great source of day, best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write, with every beam, His praise. The thunder rolls : be hushed the prostrate world, While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh, ye hills ; ye mossy rocks, Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come.
Página 100 - O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Página 72 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Página 103 - 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...
Página 72 - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
Página 103 - 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, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor...
Página 69 - Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round; the forest smiles; And every sense, and every heart is joy. Then comes thy glory in the summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year...
Página 71 - And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid, and profound ; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise; whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall. Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to him whose sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints.
Página 86 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.