Masterpieces of 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 StudyHarper, 1880 - 638 psl. |
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... Lord Jeffrey ... Pope's Lines on Swift .. III 115 115 118 The Academy of Lagado .... 119 VIII . Joseph Addison ... ... Characterization by Macau- lay ... 124 124 2. Of Friendship .. 35 Pope's Venomed Shaft ..... 128 Sir Roger de ...
... Lord Jeffrey ... Pope's Lines on Swift .. III 115 115 118 The Academy of Lagado .... 119 VIII . Joseph Addison ... ... Characterization by Macau- lay ... 124 124 2. Of Friendship .. 35 Pope's Venomed Shaft ..... 128 Sir Roger de ...
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... Lord Chatham ..... 2. The Spirit of Liberty in the American Colonies .. 237 3. Treatment of the King and Queen of France .... 2. To a Mountain Daisy .... 285 3. For A ' That , and A ' That . 287 XVIII . William Wordsworth . 289 ...
... Lord Chatham ..... 2. The Spirit of Liberty in the American Colonies .. 237 3. Treatment of the King and Queen of France .... 2. To a Mountain Daisy .... 285 3. For A ' That , and A ' That . 287 XVIII . William Wordsworth . 289 ...
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... Lord Stratford watched . They feared him , they trusted him , they obeyed him . The night - winds sigh , the break- ers roar , and the wild sea - mew shrieks . RHETORICAL ORDER . The atrocious crime of being a young man I shall attempt ...
... Lord Stratford watched . They feared him , they trusted him , they obeyed him . The night - winds sigh , the break- ers roar , and the wild sea - mew shrieks . RHETORICAL ORDER . The atrocious crime of being a young man I shall attempt ...
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... lord . Enter SHYLOCK . Duke . Make room , and let him stand before our face.- Shylock , the world thinks , and I think so too , That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act ; and then ' tis thought Thou'lt ...
... lord . Enter SHYLOCK . Duke . Make room , and let him stand before our face.- Shylock , the world thinks , and I think so too , That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice To the last hour of act ; and then ' tis thought Thou'lt ...
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... just the opposite of what is meant , 95. Upon my power on my authori- and is , therefore , a grammatical ty . slip ; but Shakespeare , like a 97. determine , decide . 95 55 Salerio . My lord , here stays without A messenger 20 SHAKESPEARE .
... just the opposite of what is meant , 95. Upon my power on my authori- and is , therefore , a grammatical ty . slip ; but Shakespeare , like a 97. determine , decide . 95 55 Salerio . My lord , here stays without A messenger 20 SHAKESPEARE .
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Absalom and Achitophel Addison Analyze this sentence Anglo-Saxon beauty Brutus Cæsar called character Cratchit death divine Dryden earth Edward the Confessor English Etymology Explain expression eyes feelings figure of speech fire genius George Eliot give grace Grammatical construction Greek hand hath hear heart heaven honor Hudibras human humor INTRODUCTION.-The Julius Cæsar kind of sentence king L'Allegro language learned LITERARY ANALYSIS living look Lord meaning ment metaphor Milton mind muse nature never night o'er Observe Odenathus paragraph phrase pleasure pleonasm poem poet poetry Point Pope rhetorically Roger de Coverley Scrooge sense sentence grammatically Shakespeare Shylock simile Sir Launfal Sir Roger soul sound spirit stanza style Supply the ellipsis sweet synecdoche synonyms tence thee things thou thought Tiny Tim tion truth verb walk whole words writing Zenobia
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