The Elements of English Grammar with a Chapter on Essay-writing

University Press, 1913 - 336 Seiten

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Seite 124 - Refer to its class each of the Pronouns in the following sentences:— ‘Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something, nothing; ‘Twas mine, ‘tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 283 - 20. How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! 21. And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.
Seite 287 - While some on earnest business bent Their murmuring labours ply Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty, Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind And snatch a fearful joy.
Seite 287 - Hadst thou but shook thy head, or made a pause, When I spake darkly what I purposed; Or turn'd an eye of doubt upon my face, As bid me tell my tale in express words; Deep shame had struck me dumb, made me break off, And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me,
Seite 285 - Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad aifright, afflict the best! Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
Seite 283 - 23. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
Seite 257 - You cannot conquer America. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms,—never, never, never!
Seite 285 - Orpheus with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Seite 282 - Then burst his mighty heart; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
Seite 252 - No ceremony that to great ones ‘longs, ‘Not the King's crown, nor the deputed sword, ‘The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe ‘Become them with one half so good a grace ‘As mercy does.

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