A Manual of the Art of Prose Composition: for the Use of Colleges and SchoolsJ. P. Morton, 1867 - 359 頁 |
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abridged adjective adjunct Adverbial clauses allowed antecedent argument arrangement beauty called cause CHAPTER character comma complementary element complex sentence Compose composition compound sentence compound term conjunction conjunctive adverb connective consists conversation course dash declarative dependent clause diction discourse Dull ellipsis evil EXAMPLES exercises expressed fault figure finite verb FOR-a foregoing give grammatical grammatical subject imperative infinitive interrogative Invention kind language leading clause Let the pupil letters manner meaning ment Metonymy mind modifiers nature ness never noun object observe PARONYMS participle person or thing phrase pleasure pleonasm poetry possessive preceded predicate verb pronoun proper proposition prose Punctuation questions quotation reason reference relation Restrictive clause rules sense separated simple sometimes style subordinate clause substantive suffix Synecdoche synonyms taste teacher tence thou thought tion transitive verb transposition truth violation virtue words write
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第 165 頁 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
第 165 頁 - In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being shall thou go To mix forever with the elements — To be a brother to the insensible rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
第 24 頁 - Thou fool ! that which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die. And that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be,, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain. But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to every seed his own body.
第 287 頁 - E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rushed, his eyes on fire, In lightnings owned his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings.
第 164 頁 - The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman 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 ; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'r The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient...
第 227 頁 - Homer was the greater genius, Virgil the better artist. In one we most admire the man, in the other the work. Homer hurries and transports us with a commanding impetuosity, Virgil leads us with an attractive majesty. Homer scatters with a generous profusion, Virgil bestows with a careful magnificence.
第 219 頁 - THE earth is the LORD'S, and the fulness thereof, the world, and they that dwell therein.
第 287 頁 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
第 203 頁 - God ; who will render to every man according to his deeds : to them who by patient continuance in well doing seek for glory and honour and immortality, eternal life : but unto them that are contentious, and do not obey the truth, but obey unrighteousness, indignation and wrath, tribulation and anguish, upon every soul of man that doeth evil...
第 285 頁 - Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.