On the Principles of GrammarClarendon Press, 1868 - 368 páginas |
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Página 44
... hand cures ills . Rushing wheels turn grinding mills . Birds warble , having tuned their bills . Trout darted glancing up the rills . Bending reapers cut the corn . The stag roamed having shed its horn . Waking eyes watched for the morn ...
... hand cures ills . Rushing wheels turn grinding mills . Birds warble , having tuned their bills . Trout darted glancing up the rills . Bending reapers cut the corn . The stag roamed having shed its horn . Waking eyes watched for the morn ...
Página 73
... a different sort of thought , just as much as formal moods do . On the other hand , it seems foolish in a language like English , which as much as possible does away with these non - fact and uncertain verb statements , to 73.
... a different sort of thought , just as much as formal moods do . On the other hand , it seems foolish in a language like English , which as much as possible does away with these non - fact and uncertain verb statements , to 73.
Página 81
... hands have drest . Lilies that must fade . The weed that creeps along the ground . Oh for a lay that should praise thee . to know no end . Interrogative Pronouns . does ? Who can contradict her ? What can it matter to me ? What world do ...
... hands have drest . Lilies that must fade . The weed that creeps along the ground . Oh for a lay that should praise thee . to know no end . Interrogative Pronouns . does ? Who can contradict her ? What can it matter to me ? What world do ...
Página 106
... hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood , p . 297 . P. 303 . Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens , To wash it white as snow ? p . 300 . Condition implied . It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge . p . 294 ...
... hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood , p . 297 . P. 303 . Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens , To wash it white as snow ? p . 300 . Condition implied . It would cost you a groaning to take off my edge . p . 294 ...
Página 118
... go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes . p . 39 . Second Clause wanting . As they had seen me with these hangman's hands . p . 30 . SC . 4 . SC . I. Duncan's horses ..... 118 MOOD SENTENCES .
... go with you , and with those That would make good of bad , and friends of foes . p . 39 . Second Clause wanting . As they had seen me with these hangman's hands . p . 30 . SC . 4 . SC . I. Duncan's horses ..... 118 MOOD SENTENCES .
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Términos y frases comunes
action adjectives adverbs aught auxiliary verbs bear bird breathe called case-links Condition implied conjunctive mood death denotes Dependent Clause earth English express eyes fear flowers formal grace Grammar happy hath heart heaven hour IMPERATIVE MOOD Imperfect Tense INDICATIVE MOOD INFINITIVE MOOD joined language Lest live look loved Plural loved Thou mind Mixed Muse never night Notion noun Objective pass PASSIVE PARTICIPLE Past Tense Personal Pronouns pity Pluperfect plural number POEM Conditional Sentences POEM Dependent Sentence Possessive Pray prepositions Present Tense Relative Pronouns Relative Sentence scorn Second Clause Imperative Second Clause Indicative Second Clause wanting sense shine sing sleep song sorrow soul speak speech spirit stand Subject Form sweet tell thee thine things thou wert Thou wouldst thought Twere verb of mood VERBAL SUBSTANTIVE voice walks Whate'er wind wish words
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Página 226 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Página 115 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Página 353 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt ; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence : But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Página 148 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; •• Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear?
Página 100 - King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together with remembrance of ourselves.
Página 113 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Página 100 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Página 107 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 102 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Página 200 - No man can find it ; Father ! Thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind By which such virtue may in me be bred That in thy holy footsteps I may tread ; The fetters of my tongue do Thou unbind, That I may have the power to sing of thee, And sound thy praises everlastingly.