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3 These are Thy' glorious' works', - Parent of good'!
Almighty'! - Thine' this universal frame', -
Echo. 4. I forbear to descant on those rites', for the celebration of which' - Fashion' nightly convenes these splendid millions' in her most sumptuous temples': Rites'! which, when engaged in with due devotion', absorb the whole' soul', and call all the passions' into exercise', -except indeed those of love', and peace', and kindness', and goodness' ! Inspiring Rites'! which stimulate fear', - rouse hope', - kindle zeal', quicken dulness', - sharpen discernment', - exercise memory', inflame' curiosity'! Rites', in short, in the due performance of which', all the energies' and attention' are concentrated' to one point'!-H. Moore.
5. You say', - Sir William', - he has acquired nothing but honour in the field'! Is the ordnance nothing'? Are the blues nothing'? Is the command of the army, with all the patronage annexed to it', nothing'? Where he got these nothings! - I know not'; - but you', at least, ought to have told us - when he deserved them !-Junius.
Command. 6. Come', - put mine armour'on'; - give'me my staff*:
Seyton, send' out'. - Come' sir', - despatch'. -
7. Open' your gates': - come', - Uncle Exeter,
Go you' and enter' Harfleur'; - there remain',
Shakspeare. 8. Go', - fellow', - go', - return' unto thy lord':
Bid him not fear the separated councils': -
Shakspeare. Apostrophe.* 9. “Hold'! hold'!” - he cried, “you wound' me! That' is the rock' - on which I split': I denied his name'!” - and then, with vehemence, he exclaimed', “Oh! Time'! - Time'! - it is fit - thou should'st thus' strike thy murderer to the heart'! - How art thou fled for ever'! - A month'! - Oh, for a single' week'!, I ask not for years'!, - though an age' - were too little'for the much. I have to do.”—Dr. Young. 10.
Now' - o'er the one-half world', -
very stones'- prate of my whereabouts', And take the present' horror' from the time', Which now' suits' with' it'.
Shakspeare. * The subject apostrophised is denoted by italics.
0, - ye wild Groves', - Oh'! where is now your
bloom'? (The Muse interprets thus the tender thought) Your flowers', - your verdure', - and your balmy
gloom, Of late so grateful in the hour of drought'? Why do the birds', - that song and rapture
brought To all your bowers', - their mansions now forsake'?
Ah'! - why has fickle' chance' this ruin wrought'? For now the storm' howls' mournful through the
Fair' as the bud'- his vernal morn' breaks forth',
Nor lessen' of his life' - the little span :
PRACTICE. In the following Examples, let the pupils, before reading them aloud, point out the FIGURES of speech.
1. Address of Brutus over the Dead Body of Cæsar. Romans, Countrymen, and Lovers ! hear me for my
e ; and be silent, that you may hear: believe me for mine honour; and have respect to my honour, that ye may believe: censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that ye may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Cæsar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Cæsar was no less than his! If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar, this is my answer,—Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I lov'd Rome more! Had you rather Cæsar were living, and die all slaves; than that Cæsar were dead, to live all free men ?
As Cæsar lov'd me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him. There are tears, for his love ; joy, for his fortune; honour, for his valour ; and death, for his ambition! Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak ;—for him have I offended! Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak;—for him have I offended! Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak ;—for him have I offended! I pause for a reply.—Shakspeare.
2. The Ocean.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone !
And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
3. Sir Isaac Newton, as a Christian. Newton was a Christian! Newton, whose mind burst forth from the fetters fastened by nature upon our finite conceptions !-Newton, whose science was truth, and the foundation of whose knowledge of it was philosophy, not those visionary and arrogant presumptions, which too often usurp its name; but philosophy resting upon the basis of mathematics, which, like figures, cannot lie!—Newton, who carried the line and rule to the utmost barrier of creation, and explored the principles by which all created matter is held together and exists !Erskine.