Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - 346 էջ |
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... true - filed lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of Ignorance . The rules of rhetoric are but a concise general expression of the manner in which it has been found that the masters have ...
... true - filed lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of Ignorance . The rules of rhetoric are but a concise general expression of the manner in which it has been found that the masters have ...
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... true poet soul , for it needs but to be struck , and the sound it yields will be music . ' ( 3 ) Whether it be anal- ogy between spirit and matter intellectual and moral properties being applied to physical objects ; as , impe- rious ...
... true poet soul , for it needs but to be struck , and the sound it yields will be music . ' ( 3 ) Whether it be anal- ogy between spirit and matter intellectual and moral properties being applied to physical objects ; as , impe- rious ...
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... true test is , not that the statement is literally untrue ( which would be the case with all metaphors ) , but that the subject is mag- nified : as when a writer describes the carnage of a battle by rivers of blood and hills of slain ...
... true test is , not that the statement is literally untrue ( which would be the case with all metaphors ) , but that the subject is mag- nified : as when a writer describes the carnage of a battle by rivers of blood and hills of slain ...
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... true vine , ' ' the branch , ' the Lamb that was slain , ' ' the Lion of the tribe of Judah . ' 6 " The point here to be distinctly noticed is , that figures not only express thought that plain language cannot ex- press , but in other ...
... true vine , ' ' the branch , ' the Lamb that was slain , ' ' the Lion of the tribe of Judah . ' 6 " The point here to be distinctly noticed is , that figures not only express thought that plain language cannot ex- press , but in other ...
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... True , it is there - embalmed ; and the scholar often brings it back to light , but it knows no resurrection into the consciousness of the people . Words that were originally figures , assume the nature of literal terms by merely ...
... True , it is there - embalmed ; and the scholar often brings it back to light , but it knows no resurrection into the consciousness of the people . Words that were originally figures , assume the nature of literal terms by merely ...
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Էջ 61 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Էջ 46 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Էջ 324 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Էջ 179 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Էջ 182 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Էջ 238 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Էջ 4 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Էջ 86 - Christ) which in other ages was not made known unto the sons of men, as it is now revealed unto his holy Apostles and Prophets by the Spirit...
Էջ 96 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— Which, like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Էջ 142 - A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.