Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - 346 strani |
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... hand , rhetoric does not undertake to remedy barrenness , to furnish vitalizing energy or native power - without which all art must be the merest surface- work . On the other , it is no conclusion against the excellence of the fashion ...
... hand , rhetoric does not undertake to remedy barrenness , to furnish vitalizing energy or native power - without which all art must be the merest surface- work . On the other , it is no conclusion against the excellence of the fashion ...
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... hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad eminence . - Milton . The granite statue , rough hewn though it be , is far more impos- ing in its simple and stern though rude ...
... hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat , by merit raised To that bad eminence . - Milton . The granite statue , rough hewn though it be , is far more impos- ing in its simple and stern though rude ...
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... coincide , and thus constitute , in reality , but a single end . For as , on the one hand , the perfection or full development of a power is in proportion to its 2 capacity of free , vigorous , and continued action , 14 COMPLETE RHETORIC .
... coincide , and thus constitute , in reality , but a single end . For as , on the one hand , the perfection or full development of a power is in proportion to its 2 capacity of free , vigorous , and continued action , 14 COMPLETE RHETORIC .
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... hands , the valleys stand so thick with corn that they laugh and sing . By a reverse process , the life of vegetables is applied to the physical life of man . We speak of the scion of a noble stock , the fruit of good works . In the ...
... hands , the valleys stand so thick with corn that they laugh and sing . By a reverse process , the life of vegetables is applied to the physical life of man . We speak of the scion of a noble stock , the fruit of good works . In the ...
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... hand . Throned in its mother's lap , it dries each tear When her sweet legend falls upon his ear . Next it assails him in his top's strange hum , Breathes in his whistle , echoes in his drum ; And when the waning hour to bed ward bids ...
... hand . Throned in its mother's lap , it dries each tear When her sweet legend falls upon his ear . Next it assails him in his top's strange hum , Breathes in his whistle , echoes in his drum ; And when the waning hour to bed ward bids ...
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Stran 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...
Stran 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.
Stran 86 - Gentiles, if ye have heard of the dispensation of the grace of God which is given me to you-ward : 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...
Stran 243 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; The hair of my flesh stood up.
Stran 96 - 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) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Stran 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.
Stran 179 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Stran 97 - Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy ; Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war ; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry
Stran 238 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Stran 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 ?