An English Grammar: Methodical, Analytical, and Historical. With a Treatise on the Orthography, Prosody, Inflections and Syntax of the English Tongue, and Numerous Authorities Cited in Order of Historical Development, Volumen1J. Murray, 1874 |
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accented syllable adjective adverb alongside Anglo Anglosaxon forms appears belong BYRON cast CHAUCER commonly comp compare Anglosaxon compounds consonant Cymric Danish denoted dental derivative terminations diphthong distinguished Engl English especially feminine French frequently gender genitive Germanic glish glosaxon GLOUCESTER Gothic Greek guttural HALLIWELL s. v. Highdutch Hollandish i-sound inflection interchange language Latin likewise LONGFELLOW Lowdutch masculine MAUNDEV meaning Medieval-Latin Middle-Highdutch modern Modern-English Modern-French mute MYST neuter notion nouns obsolete occurs Old-Engl Old-English Old-French Old-Highdutch Old-norse originally participle particles partly passed PERCY Rel periphrastic persons PIERS PLOUGHM plur plural preceding prefix preposition preserved preterite preterite and participle primitive pronounced pronunciation proper names rarely reduplication regarded Romance words saxon sentence SHAKSP SHAKSPEARE short shortened sing singular SKELTON sometimes sort sound spelt stands stantive stem strong verbs subordinate accent Subst substantive suffix thou tongue TOWNEL unaccented syllable verbal vowel weak form whence
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