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... that breaks through a gloom of clouds , and glitters for a moment , ( Addison ) is clear to all , from the fact that it alludes to phenomena , with which even a child is acquainted . 2. The Point of resemblance between the idea and the 10 -
... that breaks through a gloom of clouds , and glitters for a moment , ( Addison ) is clear to all , from the fact that it alludes to phenomena , with which even a child is acquainted . 2. The Point of resemblance between the idea and the 10 -
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... child's mind d . A schoolmaster e . A passionate man f . Youth g . Love . A drifting ship . A spider . A clear brook . A gardener . A torrent . A bright morning . Fire . § 6 . ALLUSION . 1. Allusion is the implied 13.
... child's mind d . A schoolmaster e . A passionate man f . Youth g . Love . A drifting ship . A spider . A clear brook . A gardener . A torrent . A bright morning . Fire . § 6 . ALLUSION . 1. Allusion is the implied 13.
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... child who beats and scolds the table against which it has fallen , personifies the inanimate furniture by treating it as if it were a person . Ex . a . Beat thou the drum , that it speak mournfully . ( Coriolanus . ) b . Let the floods ...
... child who beats and scolds the table against which it has fallen , personifies the inanimate furniture by treating it as if it were a person . Ex . a . Beat thou the drum , that it speak mournfully . ( Coriolanus . ) b . Let the floods ...
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... children a happy band ; Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it were the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? - Not there , not there my ...
... children a happy band ; Mother , oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it were the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? - Not there , not there my ...
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... child ! Is it far away in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine , And the diamond lights up the secret mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand , there ...
... child ! Is it far away in some region old , Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine , And the diamond lights up the secret mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand , there ...
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Allegory alluded Allusion Apostrophe Better Land brook Brutus Caesar Canossa child Cicero Climax Coriolanus cottage dark and dreary death Define Distinguish Epithet EXERCISE eyes Figures of Contrast FIGURES OF OMISSION Figures of Pathos Figures of Repetition flower following nouns frequently German glittering Half a league Hamlet heart heaven humility idea Iliad impeach interrogative form Julius Caesar kind of Metaphor light Litotes living Maria Stuart Merchant of Venice Metaphorical expression Metonymy mind Miscellaneous Figures morning nature noble o'er ocean Onomatopoeia Ornaments of Language Parables passions person poet Point of resemblance Pride PROPERTIES OF SIMILE Reichardt Richard Richard II Romeo and Juliet sail sentence Shakspeare shine Solomon's Song song sorrow soul spake speak speaker speech style Suwarrow sweet Swift sword Synecdoche tears Tennyson thee thing thou thoughts thousand Tirzah tongue Tropes and Figures Wapping waves weary wind words writer youth
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Página 26 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Página 33 - And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads, And saying, Thou that destroyest the temple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross.
Página 42 - Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Página 25 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 18 - In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Página 11 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Página 17 - Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Página 33 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and...
Página 10 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary.
Página 47 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.