2. King Harold had a rebel brother in Flanders, who was a vassal of Harold Hardrada, king of Norway.—Dickens.
3. Those who knew him best affirmed that this Mr. Toil was a very worthy character, and that he had done more good, both to children and grown people, than anybody else in the world.—Hawthorne.
4. Portia, when she returned, was in that happy temper of mind which never fails to attend the consciousness of having performed a good action; her cheerful spirits enjoyed everything she saw: the moon never seemed to shine so brightly before; and when that pleasant moon was hid behind a cloud, then a light which she saw from her house at Belmont as well pleased her charmed fancy.—Lamb.
5. Once upon a time, there lived a very rich man, and a king besides, whose name was Midas; and he had a little daughter, whom nobody but himself ever heard of, and whose name I either never knew, or have entirely forgotten. So, because I love odd names for little girls, I choose to call her Marygold.—Hawthorne.
6. I rose and prepared to leave the Abbey. As I descended the flight of steps which lead into the body of the building, my eye was caught by the shrine of Edward the Confessor, and I ascended the small staircase that conducts to it, to take from thence a general survey of this wilderness of tombs.—Irving.
| 7. | All things that love the sun are out of doors; | |
| The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth; | ||
| The grass is bright with rain-drops;—on the moors | ||
| The hare is running races in her mirth.—Wordsworth. | ||
| 8. | I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn | |
| Where a little headstone stood; | ||
| How the flakes were folding it gently, | ||
| As did robins the babes in the wood.—Lowell. | ||
| 9. | Lightly they’ll talk of the spirit that’s gone, | |
| And o’er his cold ashes upbraid him; | ||
| But little he’ll reck if they let him sleep on | ||
| In the grave where a Briton has laid him.—Wolfe. | ||
| 10. | The humble boon was soon obtained; | |
| The Aged Minstrel audience gained. | ||
| But, when he reached the room of state, | ||
| Where she, with all her ladies, sate, | ||
| Perchance he wished his boon denied: | ||
| For when to tune his harp he tried, | ||
| His trembling hand had lost the ease | ||
| Which marks security to please.—Scott. |
LESSON LXIV.
ANALYSIS OF COMPLEX AND COMPOUND SENTENCES.