The Might and Mirth of Literature: A Treatise on Figurative Language. In which Upwards of Six Hundred Writers are Referred To, and Two Hundred and Twenty Figures Illustrated ... |
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... Sweet Volume given away by its Papa . - Wonderful Number of Figures . -Hard Names they have . - Ridiculed by Addison . - Names will be Hu- manized . - Definition of a Figure . - The Dawn and the Twilight . — A Mermaid of a City ...
... Sweet Volume given away by its Papa . - Wonderful Number of Figures . -Hard Names they have . - Ridiculed by Addison . - Names will be Hu- manized . - Definition of a Figure . - The Dawn and the Twilight . — A Mermaid of a City ...
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... Sweet . - George III . and his Hard Head . - Morris and Campbell Copy the One from the Other . - Robin Hood under the Greenwood Tree . - A Lyric of London . -Four Answers in Four Minutes . - Death of a Son . - Cupid Defeated by a Young ...
... Sweet . - George III . and his Hard Head . - Morris and Campbell Copy the One from the Other . - Robin Hood under the Greenwood Tree . - A Lyric of London . -Four Answers in Four Minutes . - Death of a Son . - Cupid Defeated by a Young ...
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... Sweet Butter and Mountain Thyme .. CHAPTER XVI . FIGURES OF RHETORIC . - PART ELEVENTH . 301 XCIX . Irony . - The Dry Mock . — In Scripture , no Contempt of Man , there- fore Irony Seldom . - A Prisoner for Debt . - Catiline Defies the ...
... Sweet Butter and Mountain Thyme .. CHAPTER XVI . FIGURES OF RHETORIC . - PART ELEVENTH . 301 XCIX . Irony . - The Dry Mock . — In Scripture , no Contempt of Man , there- fore Irony Seldom . - A Prisoner for Debt . - Catiline Defies the ...
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... sweet , arise the melodies that emanate from Milton's pages ; as in a mighty forest each great tree sways , in the wind of June , with a motion and a rustling of its foliage peculiar to itself . To start at once your training as a lover ...
... sweet , arise the melodies that emanate from Milton's pages ; as in a mighty forest each great tree sways , in the wind of June , with a motion and a rustling of its foliage peculiar to itself . To start at once your training as a lover ...
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... sweet South . " - Shakespeare . Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves . " - Milton . 66 " So runs the round of life from hour to hour . " - Tennyson . " We miss thy small step on the stair . " - Macbeth Moir . " Thou hadst ...
... sweet South . " - Shakespeare . Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves . " - Milton . 66 " So runs the round of life from hour to hour . " - Tennyson . " We miss thy small step on the stair . " - Macbeth Moir . " Thou hadst ...
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Page 371 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.
Page 259 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Page 282 - THE mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel ; And the former called the latter "Little Prig. Bun replied, " You are doubtless very big ; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track ; Talents differ ; all is well and wisely put ; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither...
Page 178 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 164 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
Page 101 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 243 - So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 254 - A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 265 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Page xlviii - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.