A Grammar of the Anglo-Saxon LanguageG.P. Putnam, 1848 - 222 Seiten |
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adjectives adverbs ancient Anglo Anglo-Saxon language baern-an baern-e bégen beó beón burn burn-on writ-on scut-on Class compound Conjugation Dative declension declined denoting derived eall edition English et-e express female servant feminine Genitive German Gerund gilt give gód gód-an gód-e green cloth haef-de heó hund hwá hwaet illustrations IMPERATIVE MOOD indeclinable Indef Indefinite Tense INDICATIVE MOOD INFINITIVE MOOD inflection lat-an lat-e Latin letters luf-ian luf-ode luf-odon mag-on Moeso-Gothic neuter niw-e nouns origin Perf Perfect Participle Perfect Tense person singular Plural prefix prepositions pronoun Roman Royal 8vo Saxon seal-don seó signifying sometimes sound SUBJUNCTIVE MOOD swá syll-ath syllable termination thá thaere thaes thaet thám thou thrý thú tive tongue twá twégen twenty unc-re University of Giessen unnan úr-e us-se verbs volume vowel waer-on wurd-on Washington Irving wol-de sceol-de mih-te wol-don sceol-don mih-ton words
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Seite 203 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.
Seite 16 - Nay, I can tell you more" said Wamba, in the same tone; there is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet, while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou, but becomes Beef, a fiery French gallant, when he arrives before the worshipful jaws that are destined to consume him. Mynheer Calf, too, becomes Monsieur de Veau in the like manner; he is Saxon when he requires tendance, and takes a Norman name when he becomes matter of enjoyment.
Seite 202 - And he asked them of their welfare, and said, Is your father well ? the old man of whom ye spake ; is he yet alive ? And they answered, Thy servant our father is in good health, he is yet alive : and they bowed down their heads and made obeisance.
Seite 202 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew: fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild; then silent night, With this her solemn bird, and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Seite 206 - Pope had only a little, because Dryden had more : for every other writer since Milton must give place to Pope; and even of Dryden it must be said, that if he has brighter paragraphs, he has not better poems.
Seite 203 - Then when Mary was come where Jesus was, and saw him, she fell down at his feet, saying unto him, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died. When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled.
Seite 203 - When Jesus therefore saw her weeping, and the Jews also weeping which came with her, he groaned in the spirit, and was troubled, and said, Where have ye laid him? They said unto him, Lord, come and see.
Seite 204 - For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms, And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes; For her the spouse prepares the...
Seite 16 - And swine is good Saxon," said the Jester ; " but how call you the sow when she is flayed, and drawn and quartered, and hung up by the heels like a traitor? " " Pork," answered the swineherd. " I am very glad every fool knows that, too...
Seite 201 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them ? To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause.