Complete RhetoricS. C. Griggs, 1885 - 346 páginas |
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... - Could we rest , we must become smaller in soul . - Robertson . Old truths are always new to us , if they come with the smell of Heaven upon them . - Bunyan . Imperatively-- Interrogatively -- In this God's world , with its wild.
... - Could we rest , we must become smaller in soul . - Robertson . Old truths are always new to us , if they come with the smell of Heaven upon them . - Bunyan . Imperatively-- Interrogatively -- In this God's world , with its wild.
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... soul , I mean ) flat and exhausted , incapable of attending to her own concerns , and unfitted for the con- versation of more rational guests . ' The long sentence , full of additions or exceptions , clumsy and unwieldy , pre- vails in ...
... soul , I mean ) flat and exhausted , incapable of attending to her own concerns , and unfitted for the con- versation of more rational guests . ' The long sentence , full of additions or exceptions , clumsy and unwieldy , pre- vails in ...
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... God is really all or any one of these objects , but that he gives to his people a similar security and protection . When Virgil calls the two Scipios ' two thunderbolts of war , ' he My soul is an enchanted boat , Which like a.
... God is really all or any one of these objects , but that he gives to his people a similar security and protection . When Virgil calls the two Scipios ' two thunderbolts of war , ' he My soul is an enchanted boat , Which like a.
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... soul's quiet and dream - like rapture . The face of the words imports one thing - a material object ; their intent , another - a spiritual condition . When , as in these examples , words are employed to signify some- thing different ...
... soul's quiet and dream - like rapture . The face of the words imports one thing - a material object ; their intent , another - a spiritual condition . When , as in these examples , words are employed to signify some- thing different ...
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... soul , the Psalmist says : " Thou shalt wash me , and I shall be whiter than snow . ' To those who ask , God is said to give the living water , mean- ing the Divine truth and grace , which nourish the soul , as the water of the spring ...
... soul , the Psalmist says : " Thou shalt wash me , and I shall be whiter than snow . ' To those who ask , God is said to give the living water , mean- ing the Divine truth and grace , which nourish the soul , as the water of the spring ...
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Página 61 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised ; thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet...
Página 46 - 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.
Página 324 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Página 179 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 182 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Página 238 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Página 4 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter, Nature be, His art doth give the fashion.
Página 86 - Christ) which in other ages was not made known unto the sons of men, as it is now revealed unto his holy Apostles and Prophets by the Spirit...
Página 96 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— Which, like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue...
Página 142 - A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.