Phrases, Kinds And Uses

Point out the phrases in the following sentences, and tell what kind they are, and what they modify:

1. He sat by the roadside.

2. I stood on the bridge at midnight.

3. The door of the schoolroom remained open.

4. Ernest had in his pocket a piece of cheese.

5. Insects live on the leaf of this plant.

6. Our good housekeeper had prepared for us a dish of crabs.

7. I fastened one end of a beam to the trunk of a tree, about four or five feet from the ground.

8. We had brought from the wreck a box of fireworks intended for signals.

9. At length the hour for shutting up the counting-house arrived.

10. A pale young man was sitting by the table, and near him a young girl with a profusion of light hair falling over her face.

11. In a humble room, in one of the poorer streets of London, a fatherless French boy sat humming by the bedside of his sick mother.

12. It sprang from the lowlands of dark green hills, covered with pines as with a robe.

13. Suddenly the notes of the deep-laboring organ burst upon the ear, falling with doubled and redoubled intensity, and rolling, as it were, huge billows of sound.

14. A broad ray of light fell into the garret, and showed the workman, with an unfinished shoe upon his lap, pausing in his labor.

15. The palm trees rise without a branch, tall, slender, and graceful, from the warm, generous earth, and spread into beautiful crowns of fans.

16. The music having ceased, Sancho now sat down to dinner in a chair of state, placed at the upper end of the table.

17. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in the close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of the shivering little 'prentice boy on deck.

18. At the stern sat Hiawatha,

With his fishing line of cedar,

In his plumes the breeze of morning Played as in the hemlock branches; On the bows, with tail erected, Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo; In his fur the breeze of morning Played as in the prairie grasses.

19. They say that in his prime,

Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down,

Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town.

20. In the hush of expectation, in the awe and trepidation Of the dread approaching moment, we are well-nigh breathless all; Though the rotten bars are failing on the rickety belfry railing, We are crowding up against them like the waves against the wall.