An Abridgment of Lectures on Rhetoric

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248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth...
249 ÆäÀÌÁö - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
252 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad ; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
96 ÆäÀÌÁö - pride is greater than his ignorance, and what he wants in" knowledge, he supplies by sufficiency. When he has looked " about him, as far as he can, he concludes, there is no more " to be seen ; when he is at the end of his line, he is at the " bottom of the ocean ; when he has shot his best, he is sure " none ever did, or ever can, shoot better, or beyond it. His, " own reason he holds to be the certain measure of truth ;and «' his own knowledge, of what is possible in nature...
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - O unexpected stroke, worse than of death ! Must I thus leave thee, Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil ! these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of gods ? where I had hope to spend, Quiet though sad, the respite of that day That must be mortal to us both.
253 ÆäÀÌÁö - The God of Israel said, the Rock of Israel spake to me, He that ruleth over men must be just, ruling in the fear of God. And he shall be as the light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds; as the tender grass springing out of the earth by clear shining after rain.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support...
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - O flowers ! That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the 'first opening bud, and gave ye names ; Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount?

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