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accent accusative action active added adjective adverbs Anglo-Saxon appears apposition called Compare compound condition conjunction connected dative demonstrative denote dependent derived diminutive distinct employed ends exist expressed feminine final frequently Future genitive German gerund going to write Goldsmith Gothic Greek hast Hence Imperative Imperfect Indefinite Indicative Indicative Mood Infinitive Intentional interrogative language Latin letter lost manner marks meaning Milton modern English modified Mood mute nature neuter noun object occasionally old English omitted once origin participle passive Past Past indef Perfect Perfect Continuous person phrase plur plural position possesses predicate prefix preposition Pres Present pronoun qualifying relative represented retained root root-vowel Saxon sentence Shakspere signifying simple sing single singular sometimes sound speak stands subjunctive suffix syllable takes tenses termed thee thing Thou tion tive transitive usually verb vowel words written wrote
Side 141 - Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odours of Edom and offerings divine ? Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest...
Side 136 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.— I cannot paint What then I was.
Side 151 - There is a poor, blind Samson in this land, Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel, Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand, And shake the pillars of this Commonweal, Till the vast Temple of our liberties A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.
Side 174 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 154 - His fall was destined to a barren strand, A petty fortress, and a dubious hand; He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.
Side 53 - It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear.
Side 180 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Side 99 - The village master taught his little school: A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...