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action adjectives adverbs aught auxiliary verbs bear bird breathe called case-links cloud Condition implied Conditional Sentences conjunctive mood death denotes Dependent Clause Dependent Sentence earth English express eyes fear flowers formal give grace Grammar happy hath hear heart heaven hour Imperative Mood Imperfect Tense Indicative Mood indicative or fact-mood Infinitive Mood joined language Lest live look loved mind Mixed never night Notion noun pass Passive Participle Past Tense Personal Pronouns pity Pluperfect plural number Poem POKM Possessive Case Objective Pray prepositions Present Tense Relative Sentence scorn Second Clause Imperative Second Clause Indicative Second Clause wanting sense shine sing sleep song sorrow soul speak speech spirit stand Subject Form Possessive sweet tell thee thine things Thou wouldst thought Twere verb of mood Verbal Substantive voice walks Whate'er wind wish words
Side 226 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Side 353 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Side 148 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; •• Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
Side 100 - King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Side 113 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Side 100 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Side 107 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Side 102 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Side 200 - No man can find it ; Father ! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of thee, And sound thy praises everlastingly.