First Year English for High SchoolsSilver, Burdett, 1906 - Всего страниц: 207 |
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abbreviations adjective clause adverbial clause Ancient Mariner answer begin business letter chapter character sketch Charles Darnay circumstantial description coherence comma complex sentence complimentary close compound sentence conclusion conversation Cranford dear dependent clause exclamatory EXERCISE expressions friendly letters give Goldsmith Horatius Ichabod impressional incident inclosed introduced IRVING Ivanhoe kind lady Lars Porsena Madame Defarge Miss Jenkyns mountain narration narrative night noun Oliver Goldsmith omitted oral composition order of climax paragraph participial phrase paying particular attention person Pheidippides picture point of view postal card punctuation marks reader recitation reply salutation scene selection sentence containing Sir Launfal Sleepy Hollow statements story street suggested Tale tell thread of action tion topical outline unity usually verb Vision of Sir William Hamilton Gibson Winkle words Write a description Write a letter written
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Стр. 31 - ABOU BEN ADHEM — may his tribe increase — Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold And to the presence in the room he said: 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head, And with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord.
Стр. 33 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. — And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our...
Стр. 49 - LONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill; And high in heaven behind it a gray down With Danish barrows; and a hazelwood, By autumn nutters haunted, flourishes Green in a cuplike hollow of the down.
Стр. 17 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of Death, Thou go not like the quarry -slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 85 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Стр. 196 - He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew.
Стр. 18 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Стр. 83 - Psaltery by heart, ay, and a great part of the Testament besides. Here Little Alice spread her hands. Then I told what a tall, upright, graceful person their great-grandmother Field once was; and how in her youth she was esteemed the best dancer here Alice's little right foot played an involuntary movement, till, upon my looking grave, it desisted...
Стр. 18 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 16 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...