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An English Grammar and Analysis, for Students and Young Teachers
<span dir=ltr>G Steel</span>
אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016
An English Grammar and Analysis: For Students and Young Teachers
<span dir=ltr>G. Steel</span>
אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2015
activity Adjective Adverb assertion attribute auxiliary belongs better called clause common Complement complete compound conjunction connection consists Continuous Definition denotes derived desire distinctions distinguished ending English Enlargement Examples Exercise exhibited expresses Extension feel function Future Gender Give given govern Greek heart Hence Illustrate important Indic Infinitive kind language Latin live look meaning mind modify Mood nature never Noun Object origin Participle particular Passive past tense Perfect Pers person or thing plural Possessive preceded predicate Preposition Present principal Pronouns Questions relation relationship relative represented require respect root Rule sense sentence separate Shakespeare Simple Sing Singular sleep speak speaker speech statement strong Subjunctive suffix Tense thing denoted Thou thought Transitive truth verb Voice Weak whole words write
עמוד 293 - Out from the heart of nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old; The litanies of nations came, Like the volcano's tongue of flame, Up from the burning core below, — The canticles of love and woe...
עמוד 293 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
עמוד 293 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it ? No. Is it insensible then ? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living ? No. Why? Detraction will, not suffer it: — therefore I'll none of it: Honour is a mere scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.
עמוד 287 - Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
עמוד 294 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main, why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
עמוד 107 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
עמוד 267 - Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives!
עמוד 295 - God is not dumb, that he should speak no more ; If thou hast wanderings in the wilderness And find'st not Sinai, 'tis thy soul is poor...
עמוד 286 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought, and sued; This is to be alone; this, this is solitude.
עמוד 294 - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation : — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...