Parsing Book: Containing a Brief Course of Syntax, Together with Selections of Prose and Poetry for Analysis and ParsingSanborn & Carter, 1860 - 128 oldal |
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29. oldal
... sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound . 1 Rule XI . 5 No nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary ANALYSIS AND PARSING . 29 The Solitary Reaper Wordsworth.
... sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound . 1 Rule XI . 5 No nightingale did ever chant More welcome notes to weary ANALYSIS AND PARSING . 29 The Solitary Reaper Wordsworth.
30. oldal
... sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , 20 And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter1 of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may ...
... sings ? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old , unhappy , far - off things , 20 And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay , Familiar matter1 of to - day ? Some natural sorrow , loss , or pain , That has been , and may ...
41. oldal
... sings the warrior , " full happy am I to be slain within the limits of the land of the enemy ! " While yet alive , the dying chief sometimes arrayed himself in the gar- ments in which he was to be buried , and , giving a fare- well ...
... sings the warrior , " full happy am I to be slain within the limits of the land of the enemy ! " While yet alive , the dying chief sometimes arrayed himself in the gar- ments in which he was to be buried , and , giving a fare- well ...
76. oldal
... sing the God of Seasons , as they roll.— For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute , my ...
... sing the God of Seasons , as they roll.— For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blows , the summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or Winter rises in the blackening east ; Be my tongue mute , my ...
77. oldal
... sing . I can not go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all yon orbs , and all their suns ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . — But I lose ...
... sing . I can not go Where Universal Love not smiles around , Sustaining all yon orbs , and all their suns ; From seeming Evil still educing Good , And better thence again , and better still , In infinite progression . — But I lose ...
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adjective adjunct adverb adverbial clause angels apposition arm'd arms bids bliss breath bright Cæsar Circassia clause cloud compound sentence copula Cromwell darkness death deep delight dread E'en earth eternal fair fall fame fate fear fell fire flame foes glory grammatical predicate grammatical subject greenwood tree grove happy hath heard heart heaven hills hope immortal impersonal verb infinitive king light logical and grammatical logical predicate look mind modified mountains nature never night noble nominative nominative absolute noun or pronoun o'er object omitted pain parsed participle passion person phrases pleasure plural praise preposition rage Rule XIV shade sigh silent simple sings singular sleep smiles sometimes song soon sorrow soul spirit stars stood subject-nominatives sweet thee thing thou thought throne thunder transitive verb virtue voice wild wing words
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74. oldal - THESE, as they change, ALMIGHTY FATHER, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of THEE. Forth in the pleasing Spring THY beauty walks, THY tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.
40. oldal - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.
29. oldal - REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
79. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
39. oldal - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
49. oldal - WHEN the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight; Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
40. oldal - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
49. oldal - And with them the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
64. oldal - In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a State, And sovereign Law, that State's collected will O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
113. oldal - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...