The Sentence and Word Book: A Guide to Writing, Spelling, and Composition by the Word and Sentence MethodsD. Appleton, 1885 - 184 pages |
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The Sentence and Word Book: A Guide to Writing, Spelling, and Composition by ... James Johonnot Affichage du livre entier - 1885 |
Expressions et termes fréquents
28 LESSON 66 LESSON Appletons Battle of Ivry Bayard Taylor beautiful Berkshire Festival Bible birds BOOK breath Burial of Sir Burns Byron Campbell charity chewing Cloth dark Deserted Village Doctor earth Essay on Criticism expression eyes feet fire flavor flowers geography Goldsmith grass Gray Forest-Eagle green Harold the Dauntless hath hear heart heaven hill Holmes Hood horse Hymn JAMES JOHONNOT Julius Cæsar Lady Lake land LESSON LXVIII light Lochiel's Warning Longfellow Lowell Sir Launfal Marmion morning night nose o'er Paul Revere's Ride Pilgrims Pope pupils rain Reader river roar Sail Scott sentence Shakespeare Shanter shore Siege of Corinth Sir John Moore Sir Launfal sleep Soldier's Dream Song soul sound speech spelling stars sweet teacher teaching teeth thee thou thunder trees Urania verb Virginia waves Whittier Whittier The Panorama wild wind words York
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Page 155 - ... whose passions are trained to come to heel by a vigorous will, the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of Nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself.
Page 150 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 130 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 130 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Page 137 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Page 135 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Page 142 - ... night ; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves ; and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others swelling, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof.
Page 127 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Page 125 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Page 148 - Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.