English Grammar and Composition: For Higher Grades, Bog 2T.R. Shewell and Company, 1901 - 330 sider |
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Side 237
... Phrases that denote completed or perfected actions are called Perfect Tenses ... phrase : 1. He sings well . 2. He wrote yesterday . 3. They will go to - morrow . 4. They could not wait . 5 ... POTENTIAL FORMS . " May , " " can VERBS . 237.
... Phrases that denote completed or perfected actions are called Perfect Tenses ... phrase : 1. He sings well . 2. He wrote yesterday . 3. They will go to - morrow . 4. They could not wait . 5 ... POTENTIAL FORMS . " May , " " can VERBS . 237.
Side 238
... Potential phrases , that express what is possible , conditional , or obligatory . * May implies permission , can ... phrases are generally in the indicative mode . They some- times have a subjunctive force , however . Teachers who prefer ...
... Potential phrases , that express what is possible , conditional , or obligatory . * May implies permission , can ... phrases are generally in the indicative mode . They some- times have a subjunctive force , however . Teachers who prefer ...
Side 239
... words , make sentences containing potential phrases , and tell whether they denote permission , power , obligation , etc. : — Speak ; borne ; broken ; chid ; drew ; feel ; sat ; froze ; slain ; shod ; smote ; swung ; swept ; thrust ...
... words , make sentences containing potential phrases , and tell whether they denote permission , power , obligation , etc. : — Speak ; borne ; broken ; chid ; drew ; feel ; sat ; froze ; slain ; shod ; smote ; swung ; swept ; thrust ...
Side 240
... Potential Phrases . Any subject but Thou may , can , must might , could , would , should } give may be used may ... phrase forms are as follows : Principal Parts : Present , be . Past , was . Perfect Participle , been . Indicative Mode ...
... Potential Phrases . Any subject but Thou may , can , must might , could , would , should } give may be used may ... phrase forms are as follows : Principal Parts : Present , be . Past , was . Perfect Participle , been . Indicative Mode ...
Side 241
... Potential Phrases . Present : Past : With any may , can , must subject Present Perfect : Past Perfect : but Thou might , could , would , should may , can , must might , could , would , should ( If ) I Present : ( If ) You ( If ) He } be ...
... Potential Phrases . Present : Past : With any may , can , must subject Present Perfect : Past Perfect : but Thou might , could , would , should may , can , must might , could , would , should ( If ) I Present : ( If ) You ( If ) He } be ...
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action adjective clause Adverb clause Analyze antecedent appositive assertive sentence called case-forms comma complete verbs compound conjunctive pronouns connect copulative verb denote dependent clause describe driving English Exercise expressions Fill the blanks flowers following sentences gender Gerund Give your reason given grow horse inclose indirect object infinitive inflected interrogative Julius Cæsar kind king language letter live mark meaning modify never noun clauses noun or pronoun omitted outline Parse passive PERF person or thing plural possessive Potential phrases predicate adjective prepositional phrase Present Perfect punctuation Read refer relative pronoun s-form sails Select ship simple sing singular sometimes speak speech stanza subjective complement Subjunctive subordinating conjunction Teacher tell tence thee thou thought transitive verb trees verb phrase wait wish words Write
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Side 211 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 211 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy...
Side 72 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Side 288 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.
Side 270 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell, Rode the six hundred.
Side 301 - Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.
Side 115 - In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well, Both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean.
Side 302 - Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. 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 281 - 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...
Side 73 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!