A Text-book of Applied English Grammar

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Macmillan, 1902 - 363 pages
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Page 278 - The thing is true, according to the law of the Medes and Persians, which altereth not.
Page 131 - Heads, heads — take care of your heads!' cried the loquacious stranger, as they came out under the low archway, which in those days formed the entrance to the coach-yard. 'Terrible place — dangerous work — other day — five children — mother — tall lady, eating sandwiches — forgot the arch — crash — knock — children look round — mother's head off — sandwich in her hand — no mouth to put it in — head of a family off — shocking, shocking! Looking at Whitehall, sir? —...
Page 273 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 280 - That a lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies, That a lie which is all a lie may be met and fought with outright, But a lie which is part a truth is a harder matter to fight.
Page 156 - Spend not where you may save. Spare not where you must spend. 14. The fool's coat may be fine. It is only a fool's coat. 15. Foppishness is vulgar. Neatness never made a fop. 16. Fine clothes never won a position. Clean nails have made a man rich. 17. Labor makes dirty hands. Hands honestly dirty make clean money. 18. 'Tis a wicked world. We make a part of it.
Page 279 - I've seen around me fall Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed...
Page 237 - And so beside the Silent Sea, I wait the muffled oar; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 279 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled, The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Page 98 - ... been with all the rest. As soon as I put a man in command of the army, he'd come to me with a plan of campaign and about as much as say, "Now, I don't believe I can do it, but if you say so, I'll try it on," and so put the responsibility of success or failure on me.

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