The Institutes of English Grammar, Methodically Arranged: With Forms of Parsing and Correcting, Examples for Parsing, Questions of Examination, False Syntax for Correction, Exercises for Writing, Observations for the Advanced Student, Methods of Analysis, and a Key to the Oral Exercises, to which are Added Four Appendexes : Designed for the Use of Schools, Academies, and Private Learners

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W. Wood & Company, 1872 - 343 páginas
 

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Página 280 - Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!
Página 150 - And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit. If discord and disunion shall wound...
Página 153 - O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom 'All things proceed, and up to him return, < If not depraved from good ; created all Such to perfection, one first matter all, Endued with various forms, various degrees Of substance, and, in things that live, of life...
Página 234 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course, nor yet in the cold ground Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Página 142 - No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.
Página 139 - He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 151 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Página 276 - I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
Página 276 - I have surely heard Ephraim bemoaning himself thus; "Thou hast chastised me, and I was chastised, as a bullock unaccustomed to the yoke; turn thou me, and I shall be turned; for thou art the Lord my God.
Página 152 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

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