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... eyes " , assumes an inter- rogative form , it becomes " Has not a Few eyes ? ” a Figure which appeals more directly to the mind of the hearer than the simple assertion . 4. It is exceedingly difficult to draw a line between Tropes and ...
... eyes " , assumes an inter- rogative form , it becomes " Has not a Few eyes ? ” a Figure which appeals more directly to the mind of the hearer than the simple assertion . 4. It is exceedingly difficult to draw a line between Tropes and ...
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... ; b . Gold is a dust that blinds all eyes ; c . Truth is the daughter of Time ; d . Experience is the best schoolmaster . - are Tropes , and express the same thoughts in plain words . 5. To what ends are the Ornaments of Language employed -
... ; b . Gold is a dust that blinds all eyes ; c . Truth is the daughter of Time ; d . Experience is the best schoolmaster . - are Tropes , and express the same thoughts in plain words . 5. To what ends are the Ornaments of Language employed -
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... eyes dark as night " , are better avoided , unless original Points of resemblance be discovered . Homer compares his heroes in the various situations in which they appear with the phenomena of nature : and in this respect he stands ...
... eyes dark as night " , are better avoided , unless original Points of resemblance be discovered . Homer compares his heroes in the various situations in which they appear with the phenomena of nature : and in this respect he stands ...
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... following passages the image is too insignifi- cant for the idea : Ex . a . The sea is like a tear in the eye of the earth . b . Italy is like a flower in the garden of Europe . -- Hebrew Similes are remarkable for their boldness . Ex . 12.
... following passages the image is too insignifi- cant for the idea : Ex . a . The sea is like a tear in the eye of the earth . b . Italy is like a flower in the garden of Europe . -- Hebrew Similes are remarkable for their boldness . Ex . 12.
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... Eyes Fancy • weeps . speak . paints . § 8 . MISAPPLICATION OF METAPHOR . Under this head are comprised . 1. Inaccuracy . Such expressions as " aethereal ground " , a " witheredstone " , " watery flame " , are ridiculous , from their ...
... Eyes Fancy • weeps . speak . paints . § 8 . MISAPPLICATION OF METAPHOR . Under this head are comprised . 1. Inaccuracy . Such expressions as " aethereal ground " , a " witheredstone " , " watery flame " , are ridiculous , from their ...
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Page 26 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 33 - And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads, And saying, Thou that destroyest the temple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross.
Page 42 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Page 25 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 18 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Page 11 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Page 17 - Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Page 33 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and...
Page 10 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Page 47 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.