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action ACTIVE VOICE Addison adjective adverbs Anapaestic antecedent as—He as—The as—to auxiliary beautiful better Byron called clause cobbler aproned comma compound conjunctions convey denote doubly underline Dryden English EXAMPLES Exercise expressed or understood fair bands feminine future gender getting moved govern Grammar grammarians hand hath heart horse Iambic idea indefinite INDICATIVE MOOD infinitive INFLECTION interrogation intransitive Irving kind king language lative live look marked masculine means Milton mind names neuter nominative o'er object participle PASSIVE VOICE past perfect personal pronoun PLUPERFECT PLURAL Pope possessive POTENTIAL MOOD preceded prefixing preposition present progressive form proper RECIPROCAL PRONOUNS refer relative relative pronoun require RULE sense sentence Shaks shew SINGULAR sometimes soul speak spoken stands SUBJUNCTIVE MOOD superlative syllable tenses thee things Thou mayst Thou mightst Thou shalt thought transitive verb Trochaic trochee verse vowel Words ending write
Page 176 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new World, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, Till pride and worse ambition threw me down, Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King Ah wherefore?
Page 175 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 175 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 82 - Much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too. Affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
Page 133 - Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 147 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 160 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 168 - The style of Dryden is capricious and varied, that of Pope is cautious and uniform. Dryden obeys the motions of his own mind, Pope constrains his mind to his own rules of composition. Dryden is sometimes vehement and rapid, Pope is always smooth, uniform, and gentle.
Page 175 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 176 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...