A Briefer Practical RhetoricH. Holt, 1891 - 307 หน้า |
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adjective adverb alliteration Amphibrach anapaest arguments Avoid beautiful becomes begin Brutus Cæsar called CHAPTER character clauses clear comma common construction dactylic definite distinct dramatic verse effect epic especially essay euphony example exposition expression fact feeling feet figure force four-accent give hearer iambic idea illustration Improved Improved.-The interest lake language look means metaphor method Metonymy metre metrical accent mind monosyllable narration narrative nature noun object Original outline paragraph pause persons Philosophy of Style poems poetic diction poetry preposition principle prose punctuation pupil quotation reader Rhetoric rhyme Salvation Army says scene seen sentence simile sometimes soul speaker stanza success suggestion syllables Synecdoche theme things Thomas De Quincey thou thought Three-accent tion TRANSFERRED EPITHET trochaic trochee truncated Two-accent Uncle Tom's Cabin uncon unemphatic verb violation vivid vowel words writer written
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หน้า 166 - Is not a patron, My Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help?
หน้า 267 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
หน้า 282 - Here at least, where nature sickens, nothing. Ah, for some retreat Deep in yonder shining Orient, where my life began to beat, Where in wild Mahratta-battle fell my father evil-starr'd;— I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward.
หน้า 288 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
หน้า 155 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
หน้า 281 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
หน้า 286 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
หน้า 172 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
หน้า 224 - The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.
หน้า 259 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.