Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - Всего страниц: 346 |
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... , intelligent instinct , involuntary observance of rule . This is precisely the case with Shakespeare , as attested by the Eulogy of Ben Jonson : Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art COMPREHENSION AND UTILITY . 3.
... , intelligent instinct , involuntary observance of rule . This is precisely the case with Shakespeare , as attested by the Eulogy of Ben Jonson : Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art COMPREHENSION AND UTILITY . 3.
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... Shakespeare . The lisp of leaves , and the ripple of rain . - Swinburne . From my father I inherited only infancy , ignorance , and indi- gence . - Henry Clay . Pleonasm . This is the employment of more words than usual . In a skilful ...
... Shakespeare . The lisp of leaves , and the ripple of rain . - Swinburne . From my father I inherited only infancy , ignorance , and indi- gence . - Henry Clay . Pleonasm . This is the employment of more words than usual . In a skilful ...
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... Shakespeare . Thou losest Here , a better Where to find . - Ibid . A braying ass did sing most loud and clear . - Cowper . Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it , If folly grow romantic , I must paint it . - Pope . Inversion ...
... Shakespeare . Thou losest Here , a better Where to find . - Ibid . A braying ass did sing most loud and clear . - Cowper . Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it , If folly grow romantic , I must paint it . - Pope . Inversion ...
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... Shakespeare . Sleep that no pain shall wake , Night that no moon shall break , Till joy shall overtake Her perfect calm.- Rossetti . Pun . - The pun is the use of the same word in differ- ent senses , or words of similar sound in ...
... Shakespeare . Sleep that no pain shall wake , Night that no moon shall break , Till joy shall overtake Her perfect calm.- Rossetti . Pun . - The pun is the use of the same word in differ- ent senses , or words of similar sound in ...
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... Shakespeare . " That very night in which my son was born , My nurse , the only confidant I had , Set out with him to reach her sister's house . But nurse and infant have I never seen , 1 From the Greek , meaning a turning from . The ...
... Shakespeare . " That very night in which my son was born , My nurse , the only confidant I had , Set out with him to reach her sister's house . But nurse and infant have I never seen , 1 From the Greek , meaning a turning from . The ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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 ?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...