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accent according to Rule adjective adjunct adverb anapest antecedent apples apposition auxiliary auxiliary verbs beautiful belongs better called capital comma common compound conjunction connected consonant denotes dependent clause discourse entire predicate entire subject Exercises express finite verb flowers gender give Grammar grammarians hence horse imperative mood implies indicative mood interjection interrogative John language meaning metonymy modified mood moved neuter never nominative object omitted parsed participles and infinitives passive person and number phrase pleonasm plural poet poetry possessive potential mood preceding predicate-verb preposition present preterit principal reference regard relates relative clause relative pronoun river sense singular number sometimes sound speaker speech subjunctive subjunctive mood substantive syllables taken tence tense term thee thing third person thou thought tive transitive verb tree trochee usually verb vowel words write
第44页 - And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
第271页 - And the three companies blew the trumpets and brake the pitchers and held the lamps in their left hands and the trumpets in their right hands to blow withal: and they cried, "The sword of the Lord and of Gideon!
第295页 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
第38页 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile! it answers — Yes.
第331页 - KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
第321页 - AND canst thou, Mother, for a moment think That we, thy children, when old age shall shed Its blanching honours on thy weary head, Could from our best of duties ever shrink ? Sooner the sun from his high sphere should sink Than we, ungrateful, leave thee in that day, To pine in solitude thy life away, Or shun thee, tottering on the grave's cold brink.
第322页 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
第303页 - Thou ling'ring star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?