Connectives of English Speech: The Correct Usage of Prepositions, Conjunctions, Relative Pronouns and Adverbs Explained and IllustratedFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1904 - 324 pages |
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... Lost bk . x , 1. 28 . Neh . v , 17 . The heathen that were about us . Getting into a beaked ship , he [ Caius ] sailed to and fro , striking and sinking the vessels which lay about the bridge . KEIGHTLEY Roman Empire pt . i , ch . 4 , p ...
... Lost bk . x , 1. 28 . Neh . v , 17 . The heathen that were about us . Getting into a beaked ship , he [ Caius ] sailed to and fro , striking and sinking the vessels which lay about the bridge . KEIGHTLEY Roman Empire pt . i , ch . 4 , p ...
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... Lost bk . iii , 1. 378 . Verbs and Other Antecedents Among the vast number of verbs that may be followed by about , its use in other than the local sense is especially worthy of notice in connection with the following verbs : see , ask ...
... Lost bk . iii , 1. 378 . Verbs and Other Antecedents Among the vast number of verbs that may be followed by about , its use in other than the local sense is especially worthy of notice in connection with the following verbs : see , ask ...
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... . JOAQUIN MILLER Ina act i , sc . 2 . My adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount . MILTON Paradise Lost bk . i , 1. 15 . Still her gray rocks tower above the sea That crouches ( 21 )
... . JOAQUIN MILLER Ina act i , sc . 2 . My adventurous song , That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount . MILTON Paradise Lost bk . i , 1. 15 . Still her gray rocks tower above the sea That crouches ( 21 )
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... Lost bk . iv , 1. 218 . The villages peeped out amid the woodlands , the church bells were sounding pleasantly across the meadows . H. S. CUNNINGHAM The Heriots ch . 34 , p . 227 . He arose , Ethereal , flush'd , and like a throbbing ...
... Lost bk . iv , 1. 218 . The villages peeped out amid the woodlands , the church bells were sounding pleasantly across the meadows . H. S. CUNNINGHAM The Heriots ch . 34 , p . 227 . He arose , Ethereal , flush'd , and like a throbbing ...
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... Lost bk . iv , 1. 357 . O , then , at last relent . MILTON Paradise Lost bk . iv , 1. 79 . At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast . SCOTT Marmion can . 6 , st . 26 . There at last it lay , the bourn of my ...
... Lost bk . iv , 1. 357 . O , then , at last relent . MILTON Paradise Lost bk . iv , 1. 79 . At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast . SCOTT Marmion can . 6 , st . 26 . There at last it lay , the bourn of my ...
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A. P. STANLEY Adjectives adverb amid Anglo-Saxon antecedent beneath Brutus C¿sar CARLYLE clause Compare connection CORRELATIVE CONJUNCTIONS derived direction Distinctions EMERSON English Grammar vol equivalent Essays expression fact force friends GEORGE ELIOT hath Henry Hist idea implied infinitive interrogative IRVING J. R. SEELEY JEAN INGELOW John Julius C¿sar king language lect LONGFELLOW LOWELL MACAULAY England vol MAETZNER English Grammar meaning Merchant of Venice Middlemarch midst MILTON Paradise Lost motion N. P. WILLIS never night NOTE.-In noun object omitted Paradise Lost bk participle person place or space R. H. DANA reason reference relative pronoun SCOTT Lady sense sentence Sermons SHAKESPEARE SHAKESPEARE Merry Wives ship side soul speak speech Standard Dictionary Tempest act TENNYSON thee things thou thought tion unto usage various relations Venice act verb whence whither WHITTIER Windsor act Wives of Windsor word WORDSWORTH
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Page 256 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Page 315 - There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?
Page 308 - Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great ; Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.
Page 84 - LARS PORSENA of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more. By the Nine Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his messengers ride forth, East and west and south and north, To summon his array.
Page 10 - And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seemed no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Page 181 - The LORD is with thee, thou mighty man of valour. And Gideon said unto him, Oh my Lord, if the LORD be with us, why then is all this befallen us? and where be all his miracles which our fathers told us of, saying, Did not the LORD bring us up from Egypt? but now the LORD hath forsaken us, and delivered us into the hands of the Midianites.
Page 304 - And now he feels the bottom ; Now on dry earth he stands; Now round him throng the Fathers To press his gory hands; And now with shouts and clapping, And noise of weeping loud, He enters through the River-Gate, Borne by the joyous crowd.
Page 135 - The ships of war, that prowled like guardian giants along the coast; the headlands of Ireland, stretching out into the channel; the Welsh mountains, towering into the clouds; all were objects of intense interest. As we sailed up the Mersey, I reconnoitred the shores with a telescope. My eye dwelt with delight on neat cottages, with their trim shrubberies and green grass plots.
Page 293 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Page 208 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this