The Elements of Rhetoric and Composition: A Text-book for Schools and Colleges |
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adjectives adverb Anglo-Saxon arrangement attention Avoid beauty belong called centumviri character clause clear combined comma common Complex Sentences composition conjunction connection consists Copula criticism decemviri Demosthenes derived Diction discourse Distinguish division effect emotion English English language example facts feeling figures following sentences form of expression grammatical Greek GREEK NUMERALS harmony Hence ideas illustrated implies important INDO-EUROPEAN LANGUAGES intransitive verbs invention ject kind language Latin laws learner letters literary manner mark materials meaning metaphor method Metonymy mind nature noun object orator origin paragraph parenthesis Periodic sentences person Pickwick Papers poem poetry Precision principles proper Propriety Punctuation Purity purpose reader regard relations Rhetoric Rhombus rules Saxon Science of Rhetoric SECTION semicolon sense simile sometimes speak speech statement style sublime Synecdoche taste tence theme things thought tion Tom Flynn truth unity verb violated vocabulary words writer
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Page 345 - ... for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one, but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs, come best from those that are learned.
Page 159 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 149 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in,...
Page 3 - Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared ; a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Page 306 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Page 154 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 75 - Prayer is the peace of our spirit, the stillness of our thoughts, the evenness of recollection, the seat of meditation, the rest of our cares, and the calm of our tempest; prayer is the issue of a quiet mind, of untroubled thoughts, it is the daughter of charity, and the sister of meekness...
Page 160 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 151 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 343 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...