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Active Voice adjectives adverb adverbial clauses Apposition Auxiliary bird called child Cognate Object Common noun Compound Conjugate conjunctions copulative verb denote dependent clauses expect father finished flowers following nouns following sentences following verbs friends FUTURE PERFECT FUTURE PERFECT TENSE FUTURE TENSE garden gender gerund Give an example heard horse IMPERATIVE MOOD INDICATIVE MOOD Indirect Object Infinitive inflected intransitive John kind live looks loved Plural Mary modify mother Name Nominative of Address noun or pronoun Parse Passive Voice past participle past tense PERFECT TENSE Personal pronoun Phrasal possessive predicate adjective Predicate Nominative preposition PRESENT PERFECT present tense progressive tense rain reflexive pronouns relative clause relative pronoun Review Lesson round sing singular number Six sentences containing sleep SUBJUNCTIVE MOOD sweet tell thee thine things third person thou to-day transitive verb tree walked word
Page 219 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Page 218 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Page 217 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Page 222 - 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!
Page 221 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 217 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Page 83 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 222 - ATTEND, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days, When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain.
Page 217 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired.