APHAERESIS, PROSTHESIS, SYNCOPE, APOCOPE, PARAGOGE, DIAERESIS, SYNAERESIS, AND TMESIS.

   “Bend ’gainst the steepy hill thy breast,
    Burst down like torrent from its crest.”—­Scott.

    “’Tis mine to teach th’ inactive hand to reap
    Kind nature’s bounties, o’er the globe diffus’d.”—­Dyer.

    “Alas! alas! how impotently true
    Th’ aerial pencil forms the scene anew.”—­Cawthorne.

    “Here a deformed monster joy’d to won,
    Which on fell rancour ever was ybent.”—­Lloyd.

    “Withouten trump was proclamation made.”—­Thomson.

“The gentle knight, who saw their rueful case, Let fall adown his silver beard some tears.  ‘Certes,’ quoth he, ’it is not e’en in grace, T’ undo the past and eke your broken years.”—­Id.

    “Vain tamp’ring has but foster’d his disease;
    ’Tis desp’rate, and he sleeps the sleep of death.”—­Cowper.

    “’I have a pain upon my forehead here’—­
    ‘Why that’s with watching; ’twill away again.’”—­Shakspeare.

    “I’ll to the woods, among the happier brutes;
    Come, let’s away; hark! the shrill horn resounds.”—­Smith.

“What prayer and supplication soever be made.”—­Bible.  “By the grace of God, we have had our conversation in the world, and more abundantly to you ward.”—­Ib.

LESSON III.—­FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE I.—­ELLIPSIS.

   “And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn,
    And [—­] villager [—­] abroad at early toil.”—­Beattie.

    “The cottage curs at [—­] early pilgrim bark.”—­Id.

    “’Tis granted, and no plainer truth appears,
    Our most important [—­] are our earliest years.”—­Cowper.

    “To earn her aid, with fix’d and anxious eye,
    He looks on nature’s [—­] and on fortune’s course.”—­Akenside.

    “For longer in that paradise to dwell,
    The law [—­] I gave to nature him forbids.”—­Milton.

    “So little mercy shows [—­] who needs so much.”—­Cowper.

    “Bliss is the same [—­] in subject, as [—­] in king;
    In [—­] who obtain defence, and [—­] who defend.”—­Pope.

    “Man made for kings! those optics are but dim
    That tell you so—­say rather, they [—­] for him.”—­Cowper.

“Man may dismiss compassion from his heart,
But God will never [-------].”--Id.

    “Vigour [—­] from toil, from trouble patience grows.”—­Beattie.

    “Where now the rill melodious, [—­] pure, and cool,
    And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty crown’d?”—­Id.