English Composition: Eight Lectures Given at the Lowell InstituteC. Scribner's Sons, 1891 - 316 strán (strany) |
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ENGLISH COMPOSITION EIGHT LECTURES GIVEN AT THE LOWELL INSTITUTE BARRETT WENDELL Úplné zobrazenie - 1891 |
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Agrippina apply beginning Ben Jonson better catch the eye cerning chapter chief chiefly clause clear commonplace composed composition of sentences consider construction course definite deliberate distinct effect elements of style English English language example express fact figures Fisher Ames George Eliot give glance grammar graph Harvard College human Impropriety Jefferson Davis kinds of words language Latin less literature marks matter Maud Watson means mind modern Nero never notable number of words order of words palpable passage perhaps periodic periodic sentences phrase precisely pretty principle of Coherence principle of Mass principle of Unity principles of composition Publius Crassus purpose question reader relation remember Rhetoric Saxon secret Sejanus sense Shakspere short simple single Sir Thomas Browne Solecism speech subtile suggest tell tence thing thought and emotion tion trait usage whoever whole compositions wish to produce writing
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Strana 61 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Strana 277 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least,...
Strana 282 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Strana 287 - Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Strana 255 - When all is done, (he concludes,) human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Strana 55 - Rejoice not against me, O mine enemy! when I fall, I shall arise"; and with that, gave him a deadly thrust, which made him give back, as one that had received his mortal wound: Christian perceiving that, made at him again, saying, "Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors, through Him that loved us.
Strana 99 - ... and you know he used to take great delight in it. From that time forward he grew worse and worse, but still kept...
Strana 287 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler!
Strana 11 - Thither our path lies; wind we up the heights: Wait ye the warning? Our low life was the level's and the night's; He's for the morning. Step to a tune, square chests, erect each head, 'Ware the beholders! This is our master, famous calm and dead, Borne on our shoulders.
Strana 174 - No more firing was heard at Brussels — the pursuit rolled miles away. Darkness came down on the field and city : and Amelia was praying for George, who was lying on his face, dead, with a bullet through his heart.