Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - 346 pages |
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... poet , a scientist , or a debater , but simply whether it is your wish to be put in the right way of communicating yourself with power to others . Expression of thought in language is regarded , in all its varieties , as one department ...
... poet , a scientist , or a debater , but simply whether it is your wish to be put in the right way of communicating yourself with power to others . Expression of thought in language is regarded , in all its varieties , as one department ...
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... poet's matter Nature be , His art doth give the fashion ; and that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat , ( Such as thine are ) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses ' anvil ; turn the same ( And himself with it ) that he ...
... poet's matter Nature be , His art doth give the fashion ; and that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat , ( Such as thine are ) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses ' anvil ; turn the same ( And himself with it ) that he ...
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... poets . See Spenser's Faerie Queene , Byron's Childe Harold ( first canto ) , and Thomson's Castle of Indolence . Where fic- tion , too , attempts to represent an earlier period , imita- tion of the dialect of that period is often an ...
... poets . See Spenser's Faerie Queene , Byron's Childe Harold ( first canto ) , and Thomson's Castle of Indolence . Where fic- tion , too , attempts to represent an earlier period , imita- tion of the dialect of that period is often an ...
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... 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 ocean ...
... 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 ocean ...
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... poet . ' ' He is a Cicero'- for ' He is an orator . ' ' He is a Solomon'- for ' He is a wise man . ' 6. The name of the material is put for the thing made : ' The breathing marble and the glowing canvas . ' ' His steel gleamed on high ...
... poet . ' ' He is a Cicero'- for ' He is an orator . ' ' He is a Solomon'- for ' He is a wise man . ' 6. The name of the material is put for the thing made : ' The breathing marble and the glowing canvas . ' ' His steel gleamed on high ...
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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...