Practical RhetoricAmerican Book Company, 1896 - 477 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 52
עמוד 26
... " Culture and Religion , " Ruskin's " Modern Painters , " Begg's " The Development of Taste , " Beat- tie's The Minstrel . " LESSON II . THE IMAGINATION . My eyes make pictures 26 THE BASIS OF RHETORICAL PRINCIPLES .
... " Culture and Religion , " Ruskin's " Modern Painters , " Begg's " The Development of Taste , " Beat- tie's The Minstrel . " LESSON II . THE IMAGINATION . My eyes make pictures 26 THE BASIS OF RHETORICAL PRINCIPLES .
עמוד 27
... eyes closed , and hearing with the ears sealed , and vividly feeling , things which exist only through the will of the artist's genius , - not only of conceiving these , but of holding one's conceptions so well in mind as to express ...
... eyes closed , and hearing with the ears sealed , and vividly feeling , things which exist only through the will of the artist's genius , - not only of conceiving these , but of holding one's conceptions so well in mind as to express ...
עמוד 34
... eyes hours after you have been at work ? What does this prove ? Show how the imagination constructs new wholes . What pieces were put together by the Oriental mind to make a centaur ? Explain the part played by taste in the workshop of ...
... eyes hours after you have been at work ? What does this prove ? Show how the imagination constructs new wholes . What pieces were put together by the Oriental mind to make a centaur ? Explain the part played by taste in the workshop of ...
עמוד 36
... perceptive organs , it will remain unrecognized . Just as lilac blos- soms possess the power of producing the sensation of purple , but can never do it without an eye 36 THE BASIS OF RHETORICAL PRINCIPLES . Beauty, or Esthetic Truth.
... perceptive organs , it will remain unrecognized . Just as lilac blos- soms possess the power of producing the sensation of purple , but can never do it without an eye 36 THE BASIS OF RHETORICAL PRINCIPLES . Beauty, or Esthetic Truth.
עמוד 37
John Duncan Quackenbos. purple , but can never do it without an eye to look at them ; so there may be beauty in an Egyptian hymn bearing the mummy company in some undiscovered tomb , beauty without an interpreter . Wherever we are ...
John Duncan Quackenbos. purple , but can never do it without an eye to look at them ; so there may be beauty in an Egyptian hymn bearing the mummy company in some undiscovered tomb , beauty without an interpreter . Wherever we are ...
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
acatalectic adapted Æneid æsthetic anapestic argument beauty Ben Jonson BOOKS OF REFERENCE character characterized Cicero color comma composition construction criticism Define described discourse dramatic effect ellipsis emotion Enallage English epic epic poetry essay Explain expression faculty feeling Fiction figures give grammatical Greek harmony Hence Herbert Spencer human hyperbaton idea Iliad Illustrate imagination implies impression invention language Latin LESSON letter literary literature Lorna Doone malaprops Matthew Arnold meaning mental metonymies mind moral narration nature never novel object paragraph perfect person Philosophy pleasure pleonasm poem poet poetical poetry present principle Professor prose QUESTIONS Quintilian reader relation rhetorical rhyme Saxon sche selection sense sentence Shakespeare spondee stanza student style sublime SUGGESTED EXERCISES syllables taste theme things thou thought tion Trochaic true truth unity verb verse vulgar words writing
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עמוד 273 - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month; or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason...
עמוד 451 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : » Referring to the obsequies for the dead.
עמוד 449 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? ? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
עמוד 426 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
עמוד 305 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
עמוד 438 - 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 you go On the light fantastic toe...
עמוד 86 - To make a child now swaddled, to proceed Man, and then shoot up in one beard and weed, Past three-score years : or, with three rusty swords, And help of some few foot and half-foot words, Fight over York and Lancaster's long jars, And in the tiring-house bring wounds to scars.
עמוד 423 - Lo, the poor Indian! Whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears Him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
עמוד 283 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
עמוד 434 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...