and nature of his feelings, as, "I laboured more abundantly than they all; yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me," 1 Cor. xv. 10. "Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee," Isaiah xlix. 15.

"Oh folly! folly shall I say? rather intolerable impudence." CICERO.

"The slightest glance of her bewitching eye,—

Those dark blue eyes,—commands the inmost soul.
Well, there is yet one day of life before me,
And whatso'er betide, I will enjoy it.
Tho' but a partial sunshine in my lot,
I will converse on her,-gaze on her still,
If all behind were pain and misery.
Pain! were it not the easing of all pain,
E'en in the dismal gloom of after years,
Such dear remembrance on the mind to wear,
Like silv'ry moon-beams on the nighted deep,
When heaven's blest sun is gone.'

"If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife,

My wife !-my wife!--What wife?—I have no wife!
Oh insupportable! O heavy hour!

EPIZEUXIS.

TERENCE.

SHAKSPEARE-Othello.

The EPIZEUXIS, (from E, and Levyvvu, to join,) or Repetition, is a figure by which either the same words are repeated, or the same meaning is conveyed in different words; as, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would to God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son!" 2 Sam. xviii. 33.

"Happy, happy, happy pair;

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair."

DRYDEN.

"Howl, howl, howl, howl!—O you are men of stones;
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'd use them so
That heaven's vault should crack; O she is gone for ever.'

EROTESIS.

SHAKSPEARE-King Lear.

The EROTESIS, (from epwraw, to ask,) or Interrogation, is a figure in which the writer or speaker proposes questions, and sometimes returns answers, as,

"And what is death, my friends, that I should fear it?
To die! why 'tis to triumph!
Mrs. H. MOORE.

"Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;

That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
As will a chesnut in a Farmer's fire?"

SHAKSPEARE-Taming of the Shrew. "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 threat'ning to devour me, opens wide;
To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven."

"And did he rise?
Hear, O ye nations, hear it, O ye dead!
He rose, he rose! he burst the bars of death;
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
And give the King of Glory to come in.
Who is the King of Glory? He who left
His throne of glory for the pangs of death.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
And give the King of Glory to come in;
Who is the King of Glory? He who slew
The rav'nous foe that gorged all human race!
The King of Glory, he whose glory fill'd
Heaven with amazement at his love to man;
And with divine complacency beheld,

Pow'rs most illumin'd, wilder'd in the theme."

HYPOTYPOSIS.

MILTON.

YOUNG.

The HYPOTYPOSIS, (from vжоTUTоw, to delineate,) gives a strong and beautiful representation of a thing, or circumstance, as, "the bending reed," "dove-like innocence," "a torrent of eloquence.'

"The foe came on like a storm. The mingled sound of death arose. Man took man; shield met shield; steel mixed its beams with steel. Darts hiss through the air; spears ring on mails; swords on broken bucklers bound. As the noise of an aged grove beneath the roaring winds, when a thousand ghosts break the trees by night; such was the din of arms." OSSIAN.

"Lovely as day he was-but envious clouds

Have dimm'd his lustre. He is as a rock,
Oppos'd to the rude sea that beats against it;
Worn by the waves, yet still o'ertopping them

In sullen majesty.-Rugged, now, his look-
For out, alas! calamity has blurr'd
The fairest pile of manly comeliness
That ever rear'd its lofty head to heaven!
'Tis not of late that I have heard his voice,
But, if it be not chang'd-I think it cannot-
There is a melody in every tone,

Would charm the tow'ring eagle in her flight,
And tame a hungry lion.'

"How beautiful is night!

A dewy freshness fills the silent air;

COLMAN-Mountaineers.

No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of Heaven.

In full orb'd glory, yonder moon divine,
Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Beneath her steady ray,

The desert circle spreads,

Like the round ocean girded with the sky.

How beautiful is night!

Southey's Thalaba.

"'Tis Time gives strength. To ripening time is due
That grapes once green assume a purple hue.
In Time, plough'd flelds with crops are cover'd o'er,
And that turns corn which was but grass before.
E'en the strong stems of yon wide spreading trees
Rose all in Time, and swell'd but by degrees."

"Now stormy fury rose,
And clamour, such as heard in heaven, till now,
Was never; arms on armour clashing, bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
Of brazen chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery darts in flaming vollies flew ;
And flying, vaulted either host with fire.
So under fiery cope together rush'd
Both battles main, with ruinous assault
And inextinguishable rage; all heaven

Resounded, and, had earth been then, all earth
Had to her centre shook."

IMPRECATION.

MILTON.

The IMPRECATION (from in, and precor, to pray,) is an ejaculatory address, earnestly entreating adversity or evil, as, "Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night in which it was said, there is a man-child conceived. Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it. Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it," &c. Job iii. 3, 4, 5.

"All the stored vengeances of heaven fall

On her ungrateful top! Strike her young bones,
You taking airs, with lameness!

You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes! Infect her beauty,
You fen-suck'd fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
To fall and blast her pride!

SHAKSPEARE-King Lear.

66 Poison be their drink!

Gall, worse than gall, the dainties that they taste!
Their sweetest shade a grove of cypress trees!
Their chiefest prospects, murd'ring basilisks!
Their music, frightful as the serpent's hiss;
And boding screech-owls make the concert full !

SHAKSPEARE-King Henry VI.-Part 2.

"Now may the pestilent dew of vaporous night,
Pierce to their marrow! Sap their hated bones!
The flagging air blow hot, and moist upon them!
May the high prophet who protects our battles,
Pour from the ponderous and scowling clouds,
Deluge on deluge down! till the swoll'n Darro
O'erflood its limits; and the sodden christians
Rot, like starv'd carrion, in the drowned field."

COLMAN-Mountaineers.

"I curse your purpose homicides! I curse the bond of blood by which you are united. May fell division, infamy, and rout defeat your projects and rebuke your hopes! On you and on your children be the peril of the innocent blood which shall be shed this day." SHERIDAN-Pizarro.

DIDO'S CURSE ON ENEAS.

"Thou Sun, who view'st at once the world below!
Thou Juno, guardian of the nuptial vow!

Thou Hecate, hearken from thy dark abodes!

Ye Furies, fiends, and violated gods!

All powers invok'd with Dido's dying breath,
Attend her curses and avenge her death!
If so the Fates ordain, and Jove commands,
Th' ungrateful wretch should find the Latian lands;
Yet let a race untam'd, and haughty foes,
His peaceful entrance with dire arms oppose :
Oppress'd with numbers in the unequal field,
His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd,
Let him for succour sue from place to place,
Torn from his subjects and his son's embrace.
First let him see his friends in battle slain,
And their untimely fate lament in vain :
And when at length the cruel war shall cease,
On hard conditions may he buy his peace;
Nor let him then enjoy supreme command;
But fall untimely by some hostile hand,
And lie unburied on the barren sand!"

Dryden's Virgil, Book iv. L 872.

INVOCATION.

The INVOCATION, (from in and voco, to call,) is a kind of supplicatory address; as,

"Father of light and life! thou good supreme!

Oh teach me what is good! teach me thyself!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,

From every low pursuit, and feed my soul

With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure;
Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss."

"Thou, who did'st put to flight,
Primeval silence, when the morning stars,
Exulting, shouted o'er the rising ball:

O Thou, whose word from solid darkness struck
That spark, the Sun, strike wisdom from my soul,
My soul which flies to thee, her trust, her treasure,
As misers to their gold, while others rest."
"And chiefly Thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer,
Before all temples, the upright heart and pure,,
Instruct me, for thou know'st; Thou, from the first,
Wast present, and with mighty wings outspread,
Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss,
And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark,
Illumine; what is low, raise and support;
That to the height of this great argument,
I may assert Eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to man."
"Hear, Angels, hear,

Hear from these nether thrones of light;
And, oh! in golden characters record,
Each firm, immutable, immortal word.
Then wing your solemn flight

Up to the Heav'n of Heav'ns, and there
Hang the conspicuous tablet high,

'Mid the dread records of Eternity."

LITOTES.

THOMSON.

YOUNG.

MILTON.

MASON-Elfrida.

The LITOTES, (ATOτns, a lessening, a λros, slender,) is a figure which by an apparent negation makes a more forcible affirmation, as, “A broken and contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise," i. e. accept. Psalm li. 17. "But

with many of them God was not well pleased,” i. e. displeased. 1 Cor. x. 5.

Yet, as I am allow'd to walk at large,

Within the tower, and hold free speech with any,

I have not dream't away my thoughtless hours:" RowE-Lady J. Grey.

"Mexicans,

He sent to bid ine wear a woman's robe.-
When was the day that ever I look'd back
In battle?"

SOUTHEY.