Foundation English: The Expression of IdeasB.H. Sanborn & Company, 1911 - 287 sivua |
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Foundation English the Expression of Ideas (Classic Reprint) Alice B. Macdonald Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2017 |
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adjective adverb beauty Business Letters called Class discussion clouds comma conjunctions Defective Verbs direct object emotional Ernest example Exercise Expression of Ideas eyes feeling following compositions following sentences Future Perfect Tense girl give given hand Ideas in Composition infinitive inflection Inland Voyage LESSON look mas Day meaning modify mood mother never night Note noun or pronoun object oral composition paragraph participle Perfect Tense personal pronoun phrases and clauses picture plural poem predicate predicate adjective preposition pupils Read the following relative pronoun scene Second Person seems singular Sleepy Hollow snow speech stanza Stone Face stood story STUDIES Subjects for oral Subjects for written subordinate clauses tell tence theme things Third Person thou thought tion transitive verbs trees types verb voice whole wind woods words Write
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Sivu 17 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Sivu 124 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Sivu 16 - Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Sivu 107 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Sivu 38 - The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. 12 I fast twice in the week,« I give tithes of all that I possess.
Sivu 99 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood ; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Sivu 143 - Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Sivu 19 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Sivu 146 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd as you see, with traitors.
Sivu 142 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.