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... thou that art in heavens Si þin nama gehalgod Be thy name hallowed To becume thin rice Arrive thy kingdom Geweorpe pin willa on eorpan , swa swā on heofenum Be - done thy will on earth , so - as in heavens Urne dæghwamlican hlaf syle us ...
... thou that art in heavens Si þin nama gehalgod Be thy name hallowed To becume thin rice Arrive thy kingdom Geweorpe pin willa on eorpan , swa swā on heofenum Be - done thy will on earth , so - as in heavens Urne dæghwamlican hlaf syle us ...
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... thou me ? 19. There lay the rider distorted and pale . 11. A dainty plant is the ivy green . 12. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave . 13. Doubtful seemed the battle . 14. Wise are all His ways . 15. That gale I well remember . 16 ...
... thou me ? 19. There lay the rider distorted and pale . 11. A dainty plant is the ivy green . 12. Deep drank Lord Marmion of the wave . 13. Doubtful seemed the battle . 14. Wise are all His ways . 15. That gale I well remember . 16 ...
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... Thou , too , sail on , O ship of State . 5. Ye crags and peaks , I'm with you once again . 6. Wave your tops , ye pines , in sign of worship . 7. Roll on , thou dark and deep blue ocean , roll ! 8. Sir , I would rather be right than be ...
... Thou , too , sail on , O ship of State . 5. Ye crags and peaks , I'm with you once again . 6. Wave your tops , ye pines , in sign of worship . 7. Roll on , thou dark and deep blue ocean , roll ! 8. Sir , I would rather be right than be ...
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... thou , Lochiel , my vision to scorn ? 9. Alas ! poor creature ! how she must have suffered ! 10. Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! 71. Parenthetical Expressions . - Examine the following sentence ...
... thou , Lochiel , my vision to scorn ? 9. Alas ! poor creature ! how she must have suffered ! 10. Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! 71. Parenthetical Expressions . - Examine the following sentence ...
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... thou the stars are fire ; 29 . Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love . Arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord , and the madding wheels Ot brazen chariots rag'd ; dire was the noise Of ...
... thou the stars are fire ; 29 . Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love . Arms on armor clashing bray'd Horrible discord , and the madding wheels Ot brazen chariots rag'd ; dire was the noise Of ...
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adjective adverbs antecedent assertion attribute complement auxiliary called Conjunctions Construct sentences illustrating Definition Definition.-A word denote action DICTATION EXERCISE distinguish examples expressed feminine Fill the blanks following sentences Gender girl give the reason grammatical groups of words horses idea indirect object infinitive inflection interrogative intransitive italicized words ject John names king language Latin lowing sentences masculine meaning modern English nominative absolute notional verb noun or pronoun object complement Parse past participle Past Perfect past tense Perfect Progressive person or thing personal pronouns phrasal tenses possessive predicate prepositional phrase Present Perfect Progressive Tense pupil rain refer relative clause relative pronoun root-infinitive second sentence sentences containing simple sing single word sometimes speaking stand strong verbs subjunctive substantive tell tences thee Thou thought tion tive to-morrow transitive verb verb-phrases weak verbs write written yesterday
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Page 170 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 72 - Labor to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire, called conscience.
Page 139 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
Page 18 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 80 - I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.
Page 176 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Page 139 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he Heaven and Earth defied Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood; Deserted at his utmost need By those, his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes.
Page 206 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Page 92 - AY me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps Do dog him still with after-claps...
Page 271 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar.