Part 186 (1/2)

”_Plants rais'd with tenderness are seldo; And, without discipline, the fav'rite child, _Like a neglected forester_, runs wild”--_Cowper_

”As turns a flock of geese, and, on the green, Poke out their foolish necks in aard spleen, (Ridiculous in rage!) to _hiss_, not _bite, So war their quills_, when sons of _dullness_ write”--_Young_

”Who can unpitying see the flowery race, Shed by thebeah their azure veins”--_Thomson_

FIGURE II--METAPHOR

”Cathale_”--_Ossian_ ”Rolled into himself he fleide on the _bosom of winds_ The old _oak felt_ his departure, and _shook_ its whistling _head_”--_Id_ ”Carazan gradually lost the inclination to do good, as he acquired the power; as the _hand of time_ scattered _snow_ upon his head, the _freeziny influence_ [sic--KTH]

extended to his boso the palaces of Morad; _the clouds of sorrow_ gathered round his head; and _the te”--_Dr Johnson_

LESSON VII--FIGURES OF RHETORIC

FIGURE III--ALLEGORY

”But what think ye? A certain o work to-day in my vineyard' He answered and said, 'I will not;' but afterward he repented, and went And he came to the second, and said likewise And he answered and said, 'I go, sir;' and went not

Whether of them twain did the will of his father? They say unto him, 'The first'”--_Matt_, xxi, 28-31

FIGURE IV--METONYMY

”Swifter than a ind, flies the leaden _death_”--_Hervey_ ”'Be all the dead forgot,' said Foldath's bursting _wrath_ 'Did not I fail in the field?'”--_Ossian_

”Their _furrow_ oft the stubborn glebe has broke”--_Gray_

”Firm in his love, resistless in his hate, His arm is _conquest_, and his frown is _fate_”--_Day_

”At length the _world_, renew'd by cal for toil; the dappled ht betwixt each wide extreme, The , from the _life_ that fills the flood, To _that_ which warbles through the vernal wood!”--_Pope_

FIGURE V--SYNECDOCHE

”'Twas then his _threshold_ first receiv'd a guest”--_Parnell_

”For yet by swains alone the world he knew, Whose _feet_ cahtly dew”--_Id_

”Flush'd by the spirit of the genial _year_, Now froin's cheek a fresher bloom Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round”--_Thomson_

LESSON VIII--FIGURES OF RHETORIC

FIGURE VI--HYPERBOLE

”I saw their chief, tall as a rock of ice; his spear, the blasted fir; his shi+eld the rising moon; he sat on the shore, like a cloud of mist on the hill”--_Ossian_

”At which the universal host up sent A shout, that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night”--_Milton_

”Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather The reen one red!”--_Shakspeare_