Junior High School English, Book 2D. C. Heath & Company, 1920 - English language |
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Common terms and phrases
adjectival adjective clause adverb Adverbial clauses introduced analysis Analyze graphically Analyze the sentences anticipatory subject Appendix appositive auxiliary boys caret chapter commas COMPOUND ELEMENTS compound sentence connected containing a gerund CONTRACTED SENTENCES coördinating conjunctions Correct correlative conjunctions Definition direct object direct quotation drill English Example EXERCISE express following sentences follows the verb gerundial phrases give grammar group of words independent clauses indirect intransitive John junctions Lesson letter Mary means mice MODEL never nominative absolute Nominative of Address notebooks noun or pronoun omitted ORAL COMPOSITION participial phrase participle passive verbs predicate noun prepositional phrase pupils QUESTIONS relative pronoun Rewrite second sentence secondary object seen sentence containing Shylock Simple sentences speech Study subordinate clause substantive adjective substantive clause substantive verbs teacher tell tences thought transitive verb verb-phrase verbal noun vile a sin weeds Write a sentence
Popular passages
Page 143 - Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me. Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 47 - The splendor falls on castle walls 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.
Page 47 - O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Page 47 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Page 141 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 142 - O ! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that's broken!
Page 86 - B his hands ragged and scarred, with black, broken nails ; and the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty, livid white.
Page 143 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 140 - To watch the corn grow and the blossoms set ; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade ; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray : these are the things that make men happy : they have always had the power of doing these, they never will have power to do more.
Page 137 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...