Practical Rhetoric and Composition: A Complete and Practical Discussion of Capital Letters, Punctuation, Letter-writing, Style, and com Position. With Copious Exercises in Both Criticism and Construction |
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Practical Rhetoric and Composition: A Complete and Practical Discussion of ... Albert Newton Raub Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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action applied argument arrangement avoided beautiful begin called capital letter character chief clause clear close comma composition connected consists construction containing correct dear direct discourse effect employed Epigram examples EXERCISE expression fact feel figure frequently give given harmony head idea illustrate important indicate interest introduced kind known language leaves live manner marks meaning metaphor mind nature necessary never Note object once person placed pleasing pleasure poetry position present produce proper Punctuate question reader reason reference requires Rhetoric rhyme RULE Select sense sentence separated short simile sometimes sound speak stanza statement style sublime success SUGGESTIONS syllables taken term thee things thou thought tion usually variety verb verse whole words writer written young
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Seite 240 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Seite 311 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 162 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 218 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Seite 162 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Seite 318 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 205 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; ,Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar. In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Seite 303 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Seite 236 - He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; And he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Seite 213 - Faithful are the wounds of a friend ; but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.