sentences A. Cirde the prepositions in these verses and underline their objects. The first one has beco done for you 1. Meet me in se Louis, meet me at the fair Dont tell me the lights are shining any place but there. 2 Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world 3. Dashing through the snow, on a one-horse open sleigh, Over the fields we go laughing all the way. 4. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. 5. I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world!" 6. Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by
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prepositions in these verses and underline their objects. The first one has beco done for you 1. Meet me in se Louis, meet me at the fair Dont tell me the lights are shining any place but there. 2 Morning has broken like the first morning Blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for them springing fresh from the world 3. Dashing through the snow, on a one-horse open sleigh, Over the fields we go laughing all the way. 4. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. 5. I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself, "What a wonderful world!" 6. Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by...,,,,,