There are an apostrophe, three metaphors, and one hypocatastasis in the passage. Point them out. "Now conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse; if worse deeds, worse sufferings must ensue," MILTON. Three verbs and one adjective are used here by a metaphor. Designate them. "Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that, And manage it against despairing thoughts." SHAKSPEARE. There is in this passage a metaphor and two hypocatastases. Point them out. "My heart is like a sleeping lake, Which takes the hue of cloud and sky, And only feels its surface break When birds of passage wander by, And dip their wings, then upward soar, And leave it quiet as before." WILLIS. There is in this stanza a comparison and three metaphors. Designate them. "The groans of nature in this nether world Which heaven has heard for ages, have an end. Foretold by prophets, and by poets sung, The time of rest, the promised sabbath comes. Six thousand years of sorrow have well nigh Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest: For he whose car the winds are, and the clouds Sweet is the harp of prophecy; too sweet O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true; Scenes of accomplished bliss! which who can see, Though but in distant prospect, and not feel His soul refreshed with foretaste of the joy? Rivers of gladness water all the earth, And clothe all climes with beauty; the reproach Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field Laughs with abundance; and the land once lean, Or fertile only in its own disgrace, Exults to see its thistly curse repealed. The various seasons woven into one, And that one season an eternal spring, The garden feels no blight, and needs no fence, For there are none to covet-all are full. The lion, and the libbard, and the bear, Graze with the fearless flocks; all bask at noon Together, or all gambol in the shade Of the same grove, and drink one common stream. Lurks in the serpent now; the mother sees, The breath of heaven has chased it. In the heart But all is harmony and love. Disease Is not. The pure and uncontaminate blood Behold the measure of the promise filled; Saw never, such as heaven stoops down to see. By ancient covenant, ere nature's birth; And thou hast made it thine by purchase since, And overpaid its value with thy blood. Thy saints proclaim thee king; and in their hearts Thy title is engraven with a pen Dipped in the fountain of eternal love. Thy saints proclaim thee king; and thy delay Gives courage to their foes, who, could they see The dawn of thy last advent, long desired, |