Figures of Elocution exemplified; or, Directions for reading and reciting such figures of speech as most frequently occur in the best writings, etcAuthor, 1820 - 76 pages |
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... strong , yet so refined , Heaven , as its purest gold , by tortures tried ; The saint sustain'd it , but the woman died . РОРЕ . THE UNGODLY . To him , alas ! to him I fear , The face of death will terrible appear , Who in his life ...
... strong , yet so refined , Heaven , as its purest gold , by tortures tried ; The saint sustain'd it , but the woman died . РОРЕ . THE UNGODLY . To him , alas ! to him I fear , The face of death will terrible appear , Who in his life ...
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... strong emotions of his heart . The first minister to the king of Egypt was not ashamed to shew , that he felt as a man , and a brother . " He wept aloud ; and the Egyptians , and the house of Pharoah heard him ! " The first words which ...
... strong emotions of his heart . The first minister to the king of Egypt was not ashamed to shew , that he felt as a man , and a brother . " He wept aloud ; and the Egyptians , and the house of Pharoah heard him ! " The first words which ...
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... strong convulsions , —and her final groan ? — Where are we now ? Ah me ! -the ground is gone On which we stood ! Lorenzo ! while thou mayst , Provide more firm support , -or sink for ever ! Where ? -how ? from whence ? vain hope ! -it ...
... strong convulsions , —and her final groan ? — Where are we now ? Ah me ! -the ground is gone On which we stood ! Lorenzo ! while thou mayst , Provide more firm support , -or sink for ever ! Where ? -how ? from whence ? vain hope ! -it ...
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... strong for Omnipotence ! -I have plucked down ruin . " I said , the blessed Redeemer , " Hold ! hold ! you wound me ! -That is the rock on which I split : -I denied his name ! " Refusing to hear any thing from me , -or to take any thing ...
... strong for Omnipotence ! -I have plucked down ruin . " I said , the blessed Redeemer , " Hold ! hold ! you wound me ! -That is the rock on which I split : -I denied his name ! " Refusing to hear any thing from me , -or to take any thing ...
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... strong The soul immortal , in immortal song . Hark ! thus death speaks ; ingenious sons of men , Why boast the chisel , pencil , or the pen ? Will Fame , who oft denies her children bread , Deceive the living , discompose the dead ? No ...
... strong The soul immortal , in immortal song . Hark ! thus death speaks ; ingenious sons of men , Why boast the chisel , pencil , or the pen ? Will Fame , who oft denies her children bread , Deceive the living , discompose the dead ? No ...
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admire adorn Asia Minor basilisk behold blazing bless bosom breast Caius Verres COWPER cried curse death delights deserv despair Dost thou dread earth endless pains eternal ev'ry eyes face of despair falchion falls fathers fear feel fire flow'ry folly friend,-and salutary glory glow GOING RULES gold guiltless happy hear heart Heaven Hell hour human infamy their triumphs innocence innocently play involuntary confessor justice lords melt mercy mortal mountains murder nature ness o'er Oblivion once Pamphylia passion peace phatically Pindus pleasing pleasure poor POPE pow'r prætor pride proud punishment quick,-how reign rise rocks Roman citizen ruin sacred scene scourge shade shew Sicily skies slave solemn sons sorrows spirit stars sweet teach In silence tear thee thine thing thought thy disease tion tionate look tombs Veturia virtue voice Volsci weep Whitsuntide wise yonder YOUNG youth РОРЕ
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Page 54 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Page 59 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 54 - Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms : Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised Father of the future age.
Page 19 - Implore his aid, in his decisions rest, Secure, whate'er he gives, he gives the best. Yet, when the sense of sacred presence fires, And strong devotion to the skies aspires, Pour forth...
Page 55 - The swain in barren deserts with surprise Sees lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise ; And starts, amidst the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murmuring in his ear.
Page 54 - Why bade ye else, ye powers ! her soul aspire Above the vulgar flight of low desire? Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes; The glorious fault of angels and of gods : Thence to their images on earth it flows, And in the breasts of kings and heroes glows.
Page 26 - Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker...
Page 59 - By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs. How many drink the cup Of baleful grief, or eat the bitter bread Of misery. Sore pierc'd by wintry winds, How many shrink into the sordid hut Of cheerless poverty.
Page 58 - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Page 22 - The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.