A Grammar of Rhetoric and Polite Literature: Comprehending the Principles of Language and Style : the Elements of Taste and Criticism : with Rules for the Study of Composition and Eloquence : Illustrated by Appropriate Examples Selected Chiefly from the British Classics : for the Use of Schools, Or Private InstructionA.H. Maltby and Company, 1826 - 306 pages |
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action Addison admiration adverbs Æneid agreeable allegory Analysis appear arises attention beauty Cæsar called Catiline character chiefly Cicero circumstances colour comparison composition concise Corol correct criticism degree Demosthenes denote dignity discourse distinct distinguished effect elegance emotion employed epic epic poetry Example exhibit expression figure frequently genius give grace grandeur hath hearers Hence Homer ideas Iliad Illus imagination imitation impression instance ject Julius Cæsar kind language Lord Bolingbroke manner meaning merit metaphors mind motion nature never nouns objects obscure observe orator ornament Ossian Paradise Lost passion person perspicuity pleasure poem poet poetry principles produce proper propriety prose qualities Quinctilian reader reason resemblance rules Scholia Scholium sense sensible sentence sentiment Shakespeare signify similes simplicity sion sometimes sound speak species Spondee strength style sublime syllables Tacitus taste thing thou thought tion trochees variety verb verse Virgil virtue words writing
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Page 165 - O thou that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world, at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads, to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams...
Page 168 - Thou preparedst room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river.
Page 132 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
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Page 130 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone ; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
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Page 291 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-briar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
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