Parsing Book: Containing Rules of Syntax, and Models for Analyzing and Transposing, EtcSanborn & Carter, 1853 - 111 psl. |
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1st Guard adjective adjunct adverb Alhambra analyzing and parsing angels arm'd arms Beelzebub bliss breath Cæsar called CHAPTER Charmian Circassia Cleopatra cloud complex noun conjunction Conjunctive Adverbs Crom Cromwell darkness death deep delight denote dependent clause earth eternal fair fate fire flame foes frequently glory Grammar groves happy hath heart heaven Hernando de Talavera hills hope hour immortal Infinitive mode intransitive verbs joined king learner light lord modified predicate modified subject mountains night NOTE noun in apposition noun or pronoun o'er pain participle peace plural praise preposition rage relative clause relative pronoun REMARKS Rule XIII Rule XVIII Rule XXI sense shade sigh silent simple sentences singular smiles Soho square sometimes song sorrow soul spirit stand stood subjunctive supplied sweet Syntax tence thee thing thou thought thunder tive whence wind wing words
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