Studies in English Literature: Being Typical Selections of British and American Authorship, from Shakespeare to the Present Time, Together with Definitions, Notes, Analyses, and Glossary as an Aid to Systematic Literary Study, for Use in High and Normal Schools, Academies, Seminaries, &cHarper & brothers, 1894 - 638 страници |
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... soul on the divine bread of their high imaginings . The choice of authors to be represented by typical se- lections in this volume has been no easy task , for in the splendid galaxy of our English and American literature are unnumbered ...
... soul on the divine bread of their high imaginings . The choice of authors to be represented by typical se- lections in this volume has been no easy task , for in the splendid galaxy of our English and American literature are unnumbered ...
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... soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weep- ing . Third Citizen . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against ...
... soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weep- ing . Third Citizen . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Antony . Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against ...
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... souls , what weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O ...
... souls , what weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar's vesture wounded ? Look you here , Here is himself , marred , as you see , with traitors . First Citizen . O piteous spectacle ! Second Citizen . O noble Cæsar ! Third Citizen . O ...
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... soul , harsh Jew , Thou mak'st thy knife keen ; but no metal can , No , not the hangman's axe , bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy . Can no prayers pierce thee ? Shylock . No , none that thou hast wit * enough to make . A ...
... soul , harsh Jew , Thou mak'st thy knife keen ; but no metal can , No , not the hangman's axe , bear half the keenness Of thy sharp envy . Can no prayers pierce thee ? Shylock . No , none that thou hast wit * enough to make . A ...
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... your plea . object of follow . " Which " is the 162. discharge the money : that is , the money due , the debt . 168. truth , honor , honesty . 169. Wrest , turn aside . Shall I lay perjury upon my soul ? No , MERCHANT OF VENICE . 23.
... your plea . object of follow . " Which " is the 162. discharge the money : that is , the money due , the debt . 168. truth , honor , honesty . 169. Wrest , turn aside . Shall I lay perjury upon my soul ? No , MERCHANT OF VENICE . 23.
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abbey Absalom and Achitophel Addison alliteration Analyze this sentence Anglo-Saxon Aurelian beauty Cæsar called character death divine dream Dryden earth Edward the Confessor English epithet Etymology Explain expression eyes feelings figure of speech genius give grace Grammatical construction Greek hand hath hear heart heaven honorable Hudibras human humor INTRODUCTION.-The Julius Cæsar kind of sentence king L'Allegro language learned LITERARY ANALYSIS living look Lord Macaulay manner meaning metaphor metaphysical poets metonymy Milton mind nature never night o'er Observe Odenathus paragraph passage phrase Pindar pleasure pleonasm poem poet poetry Point polysyndeton Pope praise pride prose order rhetorically Saracen scene sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger smile soul sound spirit stanza style Supply the ellipsis sweet synecdoche synonymous tence thee things thou thought tion tomb truth verb whole words writing Zenobia
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Страница 199 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Страница 413 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
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