High School Exercises in GrammarLongmans, Green & Company, 1911 - 198 頁 |
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... one man should die ignorant who has capacity for knowledge , this I call tragedy . 16 O that the desert were my dwelling - place , 14 With one fair spirit for my minister , That I might all forget the human race . 17 But life is sweet , ...
... one man should die ignorant who has capacity for knowledge , this I call tragedy . 16 O that the desert were my dwelling - place , 14 With one fair spirit for my minister , That I might all forget the human race . 17 But life is sweet , ...
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action Active Voice Adjective Clauses Adjective Complement Adverbial Clauses adverbial phrase Analyze Apposition Attributive Complement Auxiliary beautiful breath Cæsar called classified complements and modifiers Complex Declarative Sentence Complex Sentences Compound Sentence conjunctive adverb connected dear death denote direct object doth dream earth express eyes fair find the nouns following points following sentences forms friends Gerund hath hear heart heaven Indicative Mood Indirect Infinitive Intransitive King live model given Modifier of Verb Modifiers of Complement never night Nominative Nominative Absolute Note noun or pronoun Passive Voice Past Indicative Past Participle person or thing Plural poet Predicate Adjective Predicate Noun Predicate Verb Preposition Principal Proposition principal word Relative Pronoun round sentences and tell sentences in Exercise sing Singular song soul stood Subject Subjunctive Subordinate Clause Subordinate Conjunction sweet thee thine third person thought tion tive Transitive Verbs Verbals
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第 182 頁 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet, whence he blew Soul-animating strains, — alas! too few.
第 183 頁 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
第 181 頁 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
第 101 頁 - By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well", cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
第 77 頁 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
第 178 頁 - ... Nature, they say,. doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old- World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true. How beautiful to see Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed, Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead ; One whose meek flock the people joyed to be, Not lured by any cheat of birth, But by...
第 45 頁 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
第 180 頁 - He cut it short, did the great god Pan, (How tall it stood in the river!) Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man, Steadily from the outside ring, And notched the poor dry empty thing In holes, as he sat by the river. "This is the way...
第 81 頁 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
第 180 頁 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.