Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - 346 pages |
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... Look how the father's face Lives in his issue , even so the race Of Shakespear's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ...
... Look how the father's face Lives in his issue , even so the race Of Shakespear's mind and manners brightly shines In his well - turned and true - filed lines , In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As brandished at the eyes of ...
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... look about to see how I can fence it off by a better disposition of my movables . If a melancholy thought is importunate , I give another glance at my Spencer . When I speak of being in contact with my books , I mean it literally ; I ...
... look about to see how I can fence it off by a better disposition of my movables . If a melancholy thought is importunate , I give another glance at my Spencer . When I speak of being in contact with my books , I mean it literally ; I ...
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... look for the speedy execution of judgment : The axe is laid unto the root of the tree ; therefore , every tree which beareth not good fruit is hewn down and cast into the fire . ' The brevity of life and the transitory nature of human ...
... look for the speedy execution of judgment : The axe is laid unto the root of the tree ; therefore , every tree which beareth not good fruit is hewn down and cast into the fire . ' The brevity of life and the transitory nature of human ...
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... look down from Heaven , and behold and visit this vine . ' The greatest allegories in the English language are Spenser's Faerie Queene , in which the virtues and vices are made to act out , as persons , their nature , in a series of ...
... look down from Heaven , and behold and visit this vine . ' The greatest allegories in the English language are Spenser's Faerie Queene , in which the virtues and vices are made to act out , as persons , their nature , in a series of ...
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... looks , Then , proud , runs up to kiss her . - Alexander Smith . 3. The highest degree ascribes to the object the power of speech- 1 From the Latin persona , person , and facere , to make . Go , lovely rose , Tell her that wastes her 3 ...
... looks , Then , proud , runs up to kiss her . - Alexander Smith . 3. The highest degree ascribes to the object the power of speech- 1 From the Latin persona , person , and facere , to make . Go , lovely rose , Tell her that wastes her 3 ...
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Page 187 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Page 86 - How that by revelation he made known unto me the mystery (as I wrote afore in few words, whereby, when ye read, ye may understand my knowledge in the mystery of 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...
Page 243 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 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...
Page 179 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 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.
Page 171 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 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 ?
Page 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.
Page 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...