The Foundations of RhetoricHarpers & brothers, 1892 - 337 sider |
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Side iii
... style than Swift's , - PROPER WORDS IN PROPER PLACES . Differ as good writers may in other respects , they are all distinguished by the judicious choice and the skilful placing of words . They all aim ( 1 ) to use no word that is not ...
... style than Swift's , - PROPER WORDS IN PROPER PLACES . Differ as good writers may in other respects , they are all distinguished by the judicious choice and the skilful placing of words . They all aim ( 1 ) to use no word that is not ...
Side iv
... style , are set side by side ; in Book II . , questions of choice between sentences equally proper are considered . Part III . treats of PARAGRAPHS . . Believing that every one should be encouraged to do work for himself , I begin the ...
... style , are set side by side ; in Book II . , questions of choice between sentences equally proper are considered . Part III . treats of PARAGRAPHS . . Believing that every one should be encouraged to do work for himself , I begin the ...
Side 39
... style should be in har- mony with the subject and the sentiment . The poems of his youth are marked by the faults and the beauties of his maturer work . II . Of course , it was a mistake to send wine to the engineer and fireman . The style ...
... style should be in har- mony with the subject and the sentiment . The poems of his youth are marked by the faults and the beauties of his maturer work . II . Of course , it was a mistake to send wine to the engineer and fireman . The style ...
Side 59
... style of composi- tion known . II . Imagine Gulliver's amazement on beholding himself surrounded by a host of small humans about the size of his middle finger . Mr. Bennett thinks that " an editorial " is the highest style of ...
... style of composi- tion known . II . Imagine Gulliver's amazement on beholding himself surrounded by a host of small humans about the size of his middle finger . Mr. Bennett thinks that " an editorial " is the highest style of ...
Side 170
... time been pictur- ing to myself that these ones were like the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky . She records facts that mascu- line writers would and have ignored . Pedler . OLD STYLE . The band played . Songs 170 WORDS AND NOT WORDS.
... time been pictur- ing to myself that these ones were like the Mammoth Cave of Kentucky . She records facts that mascu- line writers would and have ignored . Pedler . OLD STYLE . The band played . Songs 170 WORDS AND NOT WORDS.
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adjective ADJECTIVES and ADVERBS adverbs American Annie Jones authors belongs Bennet better Beware boys called Chanticleer clause clear common conjunction connect correct Darcy Darcy's declensions dependent clause distinction double negatives ease Elizabeth English euphony express fact fault feel FITZEDWARD HALL forto girl give grammar group of words Gulliver happy Hero barks horse incorrect inflections lady language last sentence looked mind Miss misused Mount Adams never noun object obscure omitted originally written paragraph participle party passage as originally persons or things plural number poems preposition present preterite pronoun proper word question reader refer relative pronoun rule seems sense sentence as originally singular sometimes speak speech spoken subjunctive mood tell tence tense Thackeray thought tion unani usage verb verbal nouns VULGARISMS wish Wordsworth's writer means young
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Side 251 - But a woman's whole life is a history of the affections. The heart is her world; it is there her ambition strives for empire; it is there her avarice seeks for hidden treasures; she sends forth her sympathies on adventure; she embarks her whole soul in the traffic of affection, and if shipwrecked, her case is hopeless, for it is a bankruptcy of the heart.
Side 195 - Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Side 190 - Shook beam and rafter as it passed, The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Side 195 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 189 - There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood ; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Side 30 - In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Side 195 - I love to see the look with which it braves, Cased in the unfeeling armour of old time, The lightning, the fierce wind, and trampling waves.
Side 251 - He smote the rock of the national resources, and abundant streams of revenue gushed forth. He touched the dead corpse of public credit, and it sprang upon its feet.
Side 281 - I had put my housewife upon it, you see, without being aware, and so it was quite hid ; but I had it in my hand so very lately that I was almost sure it must be on the table. I was reading it to Mrs. Cole, and, since she went away, I was reading it again to my mother, for it is such a pleasure to her — a letter from...
Side 189 - Amid yon tuft of hazel trees That twinkle to the gusty breeze, Behold him perched in ecstasies, Yet seeming still to hover; There! where the flutter of his wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings, That cover him all over.