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... loud roars the wave ...... As was the noise of the onset . " But if there is small variety in form , there is great variety in matter . The elements and forces of nature in different aspects ; winds , waters , fire , storm , calm ...
... loud roars the wave ...... As was the noise of the onset . " But if there is small variety in form , there is great variety in matter . The elements and forces of nature in different aspects ; winds , waters , fire , storm , calm ...
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... loud complain , To see his whole year's labour lost so soon , For which to God he made so many an idle boon ; So him he held , & c . Faery Queene , III . 34 . Our greatest poet , Shakespeare , has not many similes 20 INTRODUCTION .
... loud complain , To see his whole year's labour lost so soon , For which to God he made so many an idle boon ; So him he held , & c . Faery Queene , III . 34 . Our greatest poet , Shakespeare , has not many similes 20 INTRODUCTION .
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... young left sole ; at that he checks His pinion , and with short uneasy sweeps Circles above his eyry , with loud screams Chiding his mate back to her nest , but she Lies dying , with the arrow in her side , 24 INTRODUCTION .
... young left sole ; at that he checks His pinion , and with short uneasy sweeps Circles above his eyry , with loud screams Chiding his mate back to her nest , but she Lies dying , with the arrow in her side , 24 INTRODUCTION .
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... ποτῶνται ἀγαλλόμενα πτερύγεσσιν κλαγγηδὸν προκαθιζόντων , σμαραγεῖ δέ τε λειμών · ὡς τῶν ἔθνεα πολλὰ νεῶν ἄπο καὶ κλισιάων ἐς πεδίον προχέοντο Σκαμάνδριον · αὐτὰρ ὑπὸ χθὼν III The Shout of a Multitude . He spake loud 34 HOMERIC SIMILES.
... ποτῶνται ἀγαλλόμενα πτερύγεσσιν κλαγγηδὸν προκαθιζόντων , σμαραγεῖ δέ τε λειμών · ὡς τῶν ἔθνεα πολλὰ νεῶν ἄπο καὶ κλισιάων ἐς πεδίον προχέοντο Σκαμάνδριον · αὐτὰρ ὑπὸ χθὼν III The Shout of a Multitude . He spake loud 34 HOMERIC SIMILES.
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Homer. III The Shout of a Multitude . He spake loud roared the Argives , as the surf By south wind stirred roars on a lofty shore , Some jutting rock , with never - resting waves Storm - vexed by all the shifting winds of heaven . IV The ...
Homer. III The Shout of a Multitude . He spake loud roared the Argives , as the surf By south wind stirred roars on a lofty shore , Some jutting rock , with never - resting waves Storm - vexed by all the shifting winds of heaven . IV The ...
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Page 242 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Page 207 - As bees In spring-time, when the sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters ; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubb'd with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs...
Page 224 - For as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone, and the place thereof shall know it no more.
Page 274 - Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled...
Page 22 - As when a vulture on Imaus bred, Whose snowy ridge the roving Tartar bounds, Dislodging from a region scarce of prey To gorge the flesh of lambs or yeanling kids On hills where flocks are fed, flies toward the springs Of Ganges or Hydaspes, Indian streams; But in his way lights on the barren plains Of Sericana, where Chineses drive With sails and wind their cany waggons light...
Page 7 - Behold, I will make thee a new sharp threshing instrument having teeth: Thou shalt thresh the mountains, and beat them small, And shalt make the hills as chaff. Thou shalt fan them, and the wind shall carry them away, And the whirlwind shall scatter them: And thou shalt rejoice in the Lord, And shalt glory in the Holy One of Israel.
Page 219 - On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Page 208 - While thus he spake, the angelic squadron bright Turn'd fiery red, sharpening in mooned horns Their phalanx, and began to hem him round With ported spears, as thick as when a field Of Ceres, ripe for harvest, waving bends Her bearded grove of ears, which way the wind Sways them ; the careful ploughman doubting stands, Lest on the threshing-floor his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff.
Page 267 - I have trodden the wine-press alone, and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
Page 24 - Far off; — anon her mate comes winging back From hunting, and a great way off descries His huddling young left sole ; at that, he checks His pinion, and with short uneasy sweeps Circles above his eyry...