Grammar on its true basis. A manual of grammar. [With] Key

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Página 143 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Página 85 - How think ye? if a man have an hundred sheep, and one of them be gone astray, doth he not leave the ninety and nine, and goeth into the mountains, and seeketh that which is gone astray.
Página 142 - O thou invisible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
Página 142 - replies a pamper 'd goose : And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all...
Página 148 - whispers through the trees': If crystal streams 'with pleasing murmurs creep': The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with 'sleep'. Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Página 143 - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him...
Página 143 - The very best will variously incline, And what rewards your virtue, punish mine. Whatever is, is right. — This world 'tis true, Was made for Caesar — but for Titus too : And which more blest? who chain'd his country, say, Or he whose virtue sigh'd to lose a day? ' But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed,
Página 142 - Where thy true treasure? Gold says, ' Not in me: And, ' Not in me,' the Diamond. Gold is poor: India's insolvent: seek it in thyself; Seek in thy naked self, and find it there ; In being so descended, form'd, endow'd ; Sky-born, sky-guided, sky-returning race!
Página 149 - I COME, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose .stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
Página 149 - No STIR in the air, no stir in the sea: The ship was still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape Rock; So little they rose, so little they fell, They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

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