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... prose or rhyme . - Milton . A loose sentence may often be made periodic , advan- tageously , either by transposition or by the use of par- ticles : Babylon is fallen , is fallen , that great city . - Revelation . All things are ...
... prose or rhyme . - Milton . A loose sentence may often be made periodic , advan- tageously , either by transposition or by the use of par- ticles : Babylon is fallen , is fallen , that great city . - Revelation . All things are ...
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... prose : as , when a commentator says of an approving conscience , ' How delightful it is to have the bird in the bosom sing sweetly ' ; or when St. Paul enumerates differ- ent topics with an unusual omission of conjunctions : Be ye ...
... prose : as , when a commentator says of an approving conscience , ' How delightful it is to have the bird in the bosom sing sweetly ' ; or when St. Paul enumerates differ- ent topics with an unusual omission of conjunctions : Be ye ...
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... prose and poetry : Rose a nurse of ninety years , Set his child upon his knee ; Like summer tempest came her tears : Sweet my child , I live for thee ! - Tennyson . The Ionians were susceptible , flexile , more characterized by the ...
... prose and poetry : Rose a nurse of ninety years , Set his child upon his knee ; Like summer tempest came her tears : Sweet my child , I live for thee ! - Tennyson . The Ionians were susceptible , flexile , more characterized by the ...
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... prose litera- ture or in common conversation . Language changes per- petually , and words will inevitably go out of fashion . The task of recalling them is committed mainly to poets . Sometimes it is the meaning or function , not the ...
... prose litera- ture or in common conversation . Language changes per- petually , and words will inevitably go out of fashion . The task of recalling them is committed mainly to poets . Sometimes it is the meaning or function , not the ...
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... prose .-- Temple . Omission of the conjunction favors that rapidity which marks and imparts energy . Note the almost simultane- ous connection of cause and effect : For there is wrath gone out from the Lord — the plague is begun ...
... prose .-- Temple . Omission of the conjunction favors that rapidity which marks and imparts energy . Note the almost simultane- ous connection of cause and effect : For there is wrath gone out from the Lord — the plague is begun ...
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Page 187 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly ? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns ; whereby thou didst desire to eat some, whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Page 86 - How that by revelation he made known unto me the mystery (as I wrote afore in few words, whereby, when ye read, ye may understand my knowledge in the mystery of Christ) which in other ages was not made known unto the sons of men, as it is now revealed unto his holy Apostles and Prophets by the Spirit...
Page 243 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Page 238 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Page 179 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 182 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 171 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 324 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Page 4 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Page 96 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— Which, like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...