The rhetorical speaker and poetical class book1833 - 120 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 58
Page x
... Morning Ibid 74 Ode to Death Mason 77 The Home - sick Mariner T. W. 79 Marco Bozzaris Croly 82 Boadicea Cowper 86 87 Southey 90 Sir W. Scott 91 Anon . 93 bicon • ... The Red King's Warning T. W. 108 Joan of Arc's Address to the • King ...
... Morning Ibid 74 Ode to Death Mason 77 The Home - sick Mariner T. W. 79 Marco Bozzaris Croly 82 Boadicea Cowper 86 87 Southey 90 Sir W. Scott 91 Anon . 93 bicon • ... The Red King's Warning T. W. 108 Joan of Arc's Address to the • King ...
Page xii
... Morning of Life .. Moore 347 The Affectionate Heart Nature's Music The Drought Pollok 318 Moncontour • Byron 320 Mrs. Cottle 348 Anon . 349 Montgomery 350 Macaulay 351 Brooks ib . The Song of the Sword , from the • German of Körner 321 ...
... Morning of Life .. Moore 347 The Affectionate Heart Nature's Music The Drought Pollok 318 Moncontour • Byron 320 Mrs. Cottle 348 Anon . 349 Montgomery 350 Macaulay 351 Brooks ib . The Song of the Sword , from the • German of Körner 321 ...
Page 14
... morn for morning , lone for lonely , list for listen , yon for yonder , & c . They use antiquated words and modes of expression , as , me- thinks , ere , behest , erst , ken , sheeny , ycleaped , murky , dight , don , doff , & c ...
... morn for morning , lone for lonely , list for listen , yon for yonder , & c . They use antiquated words and modes of expression , as , me- thinks , ere , behest , erst , ken , sheeny , ycleaped , murky , dight , don , doff , & c ...
Page 24
... morning gives the light ; Thee , when the world is overspread with night ! " ANTITHESIS . YOUNG . YOUNG . Virgil's Georgics . The ANTITHESIS , ( from avτ , against , and rinμ , to place , ) or Contrast , is a figure by which words or ...
... morning gives the light ; Thee , when the world is overspread with night ! " ANTITHESIS . YOUNG . YOUNG . Virgil's Georgics . The ANTITHESIS , ( from avτ , against , and rinμ , to place , ) or Contrast , is a figure by which words or ...
Page 34
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Contents
199 | |
206 | |
214 | |
225 | |
228 | |
231 | |
257 | |
261 | |
117 | |
124 | |
131 | |
137 | |
148 | |
154 | |
161 | |
170 | |
172 | |
178 | |
187 | |
193 | |
267 | |
275 | |
281 | |
287 | |
294 | |
300 | |
309 | |
315 | |
328 | |
334 | |
340 | |
346 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Anaphora arms beam beauty behold beneath blood bosom brave breast breath bright brow cheek Christian tyrant clouds cold cried dark dead death deep dread earth Ecphonesis Epic poetry Epizeuxis eternal falchion fame father fear feel fire flame glory grave hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hyæna King light live look Lord loud lyre Lyric poetry manner Metonymy mighty morn ne'er night numbers o'er pale pass'd Periphrasis poetry poison'd Polysyndeton pride principal Rhetorical Figures proud requires rise roll round Samian wine Saxon shine shore silent skies smile solemn song soul sound Speaker spirit Star of Bethlehem stars steed stood storm sweet sword syllables Synecdoche tears tempest thee thine thou thought throne thunder tomb tone of voice trembling Trochees Twas tyrant utterance verse waves weep wild wind wing words youth
Popular passages
Page 4 - Rejoice, 0 young man, in thy youth, and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment.
Page 178 - waves play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as Creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now ! Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests !—in all time— Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clirne
Page 241 - rock, And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting place Shalt thou retire alone—nor could'st thou wish Couch more magnificent: Thou shall lie down The powerful of
Page 11 - This is the state of man ; to day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And when, be thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is
Page 159 - kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made, With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field. And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield,
Page 22 - If shape it might be call'd that shape had none, Distinguishable in member, joint or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart.
Page 242 - round all In majesty, and the complaining brooks Old Ocean's grey and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread Are shining on the sad abodes of death, The globe, are but
Page 30 - Tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye, whose bend does awe the world, Did lose its lustre : I did hear him groan ; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried — Give
Page 159 - And must give up their murmuring breath, When they pale captives creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, Then boast no more your mighty deeds, Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor victim bleeds.
Page 60 - At midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, thro' camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard, Then wore that monarch's signet ring, Then