An Introduction to the Study of Rhetoric: Lessons in Phrase Ology, Punctuation and Sentence StructureMacmillan, 1907 - 315 σελίδες |
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
adjective adverb ANDERSEN beautiful better birds child Chimæra comma conjunction coördinative Correct Form correlatives delight emphasis English Essay Eugénie de Guérin EXAMPLES exclamation point EXERCISE express eyes father feel flowers following passages give Greek Heroes happy HAWTHORNE hear heard heart honour Ibid idea Incorrect independent clauses Indicative mood infinitive Iphigenia Julius Cæsar kind King Henry Lady land LESSON literature live look loose sentence Marcus Aurelius meaning Merchant of Venice mind modifying never night noble Notice noun or pronoun periodic sentence Perseus persons poet poetry possessive Præterita preposition principal clause Province House Queen quotation Redgauntlet relative pronoun river Rules for Punctuation Ruskin Second Jungle Book seemed semicolon Sesame and Lilies SHAKESPEARE sing singular Snow song stood Story of Roland subjunctive mood sweet TENNYSON tense thee things thou tion trees Water-Babies wild words WORDSWORTH write
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 43 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? myself? There's none else by, Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Σελίδα 105 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men; in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Σελίδα 258 - The first creature of God, in the works of the days, was the light of the sense; the last was the light of reason; and his sabbath work ever since is the illumination of his Spirit. First he breathed light upon the face of the matter or chaos, then he breathed light into the face of man, and still he breatheth and inspireth light into the face of his chosen.
Σελίδα 101 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Σελίδα 154 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Σελίδα 48 - ... stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news...
Σελίδα 188 - ... there was a rustling, that seemed like a bustling of merry crowds justling, at pitching and hustling, small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, little hands clapping, and little tongues chattering, and, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering, out came the children running. All the little boys and girls, with rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, and sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, trippiug and skipping, ran merrily after the wonderful music with shouting and laughter.
Σελίδα 187 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Σελίδα 102 - I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, Would he had blotted a thousand.
Σελίδα 283 - But hush! the upland hath a sudden loss Of quiet! — Look, adown the dusk hill-side, A troop of Oxford hunters going home, As in old days, jovial and talking, ride!