The Grammar, History and Derivation of the English Language: With Chapters on Parsing, Analysis of Sentences, and Prosody |
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... lines : - Trade is stagnant . | The crops are drying up . | The sky is like brass . | The earth is like iron . | The peasants have com- menced to eat the nauseous dogroot in lieu of bread . ' It is not always that sentences are so short ...
... lines : - Trade is stagnant . | The crops are drying up . | The sky is like brass . | The earth is like iron . | The peasants have com- menced to eat the nauseous dogroot in lieu of bread . ' It is not always that sentences are so short ...
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... lines ? g . Answer , ye evening tapers ; Ye , auburn locks , ye , golden curls , Speak from your folded papers . - Holmes . h . That is the lord - high - admiral's ship . i . Like driftwood spars , which meet and pass Upon the boundless ...
... lines ? g . Answer , ye evening tapers ; Ye , auburn locks , ye , golden curls , Speak from your folded papers . - Holmes . h . That is the lord - high - admiral's ship . i . Like driftwood spars , which meet and pass Upon the boundless ...
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... doth give new soul To fainting poesy , and makes every verse A bride ! With adjectives we bait our lines When we do fish for gentlewomen's loves , And with their sweetness catch the nibbling ear Of amorous EXERCISES ON ADJECTIVES . 39.
... doth give new soul To fainting poesy , and makes every verse A bride ! With adjectives we bait our lines When we do fish for gentlewomen's loves , And with their sweetness catch the nibbling ear Of amorous EXERCISES ON ADJECTIVES . 39.
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... line in Ben Jonson's ' Catiline , ' ' Though heaven should speak with all his wrath at once , ' he says , Heaven is ill syntax with his . ' · In Middle English , and still in the English of the north - western counties , we find it used ...
... line in Ben Jonson's ' Catiline , ' ' Though heaven should speak with all his wrath at once , ' he says , Heaven is ill syntax with his . ' · In Middle English , and still in the English of the north - western counties , we find it used ...
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... line But would have given his life for thine . - Scott . i.e. who would not have given , & c . Cp . Lat . quin qui non . = INTERROGATIVE PRONOUNS . 55. Interrogative Pronouns are used in asking questions , e.g. who , which , what ...
... line But would have given his life for thine . - Scott . i.e. who would not have given , & c . Cp . Lat . quin qui non . = INTERROGATIVE PRONOUNS . 55. Interrogative Pronouns are used in asking questions , e.g. who , which , what ...
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Page 367 - Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt : Thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it. Thou preparedst room before it, And didst cause it to take deep root, And it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, And the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, And her branches unto the river.
Page 391 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 389 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 217 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting...
Page 2 - And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Page 142 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 143 - Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache...
Page 368 - Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl'd; The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
Page 213 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War...
Page 56 - 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...