Longmans' English GrammarGeorge James Smith Longmans, Green, 1903 - 333 páginas |
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... Children , obey your parents . The boy hurt his sister . I met my uncle , aunt , and three cousins to - day . The king ... child's father is a grocer . The general ordered his soldiers to charge . b . Give the names of 1. Ten kinds of ...
... Children , obey your parents . The boy hurt his sister . I met my uncle , aunt , and three cousins to - day . The king ... child's father is a grocer . The general ordered his soldiers to charge . b . Give the names of 1. Ten kinds of ...
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... child Exercise 5 . a . In the following sentences pick out all names of kinds of animals . The dog ran after the sheep and lambs . chickens . The cat is playing with her kittens . The hawk killed three Drive the cattle home . The cows ...
... child Exercise 5 . a . In the following sentences pick out all names of kinds of animals . The dog ran after the sheep and lambs . chickens . The cat is playing with her kittens . The hawk killed three Drive the cattle home . The cows ...
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... child slip . Honesty and justice are virtues ; dishonesty and injustice are vices . The rose is admired for its beauty and sweetness . The driver was punished for his cruelty . Solo- mon chose wisdom . His kindness made friends for him ...
... child slip . Honesty and justice are virtues ; dishonesty and injustice are vices . The rose is admired for its beauty and sweetness . The driver was punished for his cruelty . Solo- mon chose wisdom . His kindness made friends for him ...
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... children was without bounds . Painting can be mastered only by long study . Art is long , but life is short . Pride goeth before destruction . He always told the truth . A little weeping would ease my heart . The quality of mercy is not ...
... children was without bounds . Painting can be mastered only by long study . Art is long , but life is short . Pride goeth before destruction . He always told the truth . A little weeping would ease my heart . The quality of mercy is not ...
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... child . The cat . The mouse . The baker . The tailor . The thief . The carpenter . The mower . The plowman . The ... Children love flowers . The clerk wrote letters . b . Fill in each blank in the following incomplete sentences with a ...
... child . The cat . The mouse . The baker . The tailor . The thief . The carpenter . The mower . The plowman . The ... Children love flowers . The clerk wrote letters . b . Fill in each blank in the following incomplete sentences with a ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abstract Nouns Adjective Clause Adverbial Clause Antecedent Apposition Attribute bird brother called child Complex Sentences Compound Sentence Conjunctive Adverb Coördinate Copulative Verb diagram elements English examples Exercise father Feminine following sentences pick forming Verbs garden Gender Gerund girl Give grammar grammatical gender horse Imperative Mood Indicative Mood Infinitive Interrogative Intransitive Jack John join kind king language Latin learned live look Mary Masculine means modifies mother Nominative Norman Notes for Teachers Noun Clause Noun or Pronoun Object Parse Passive Voice Past Perfect Participle person or thing Predicate Prefixes Prepositional Phrase printed in italics Progressive form Read again pars Relative Pronoun Simple sing Singular Number sister speak Speech statement Subject Subjunctive Mood Subordinate Clauses Suffixes tell tences Tense thee thou to-day Transitive Verb tree Verbs to show Voice walk William wind window write
Pasajes populares
Página 297 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 253 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 153 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Página 158 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade...
Página 58 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head. The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 138 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 275 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Página 28 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Página 5 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about, On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. " Stop, stop, John Gilpin! Here's the house!
Página 236 - Hence in silence and in sorrow, toiling still with busy hand, Like an emigrant he wandered, seeking for the Better Land. Emigravit is the inscription on the tombstone where he lies, Dead he is not — but departed — for the artist never dies...