“How dead the vegetable kingdom lies! 
How dumb the tuneful [------------]!”--Thomson.

    “Self-love and Reason to one end aspire,
    Pain [—­] their aversion, pleasure [—­] their desire;
    But greedy that its object would devour,
    This [—­] taste the honey, and not wound the flower.”—­Pope.

LESSON IV.—­FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE II.—­PLEONASM.

“According to their deeds, accordingly he will repay, fury to his adversaries, recompense to his enemies; to the islands he will repay recompense.”—­Isaiah, lix, 18.  “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled:  for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.”—­Song of Sol., v, 2.  “Thou hast chastised me, and I was chastised, as a bullock unaccustomed to the yoke:  turn thou me, and I shall be turned; for thou art the Lord my God.”—­Jer., xxxi, 18.  “Consider the lilies of the field how they grow.”—­Matt., vi, 28. “He that glorieth, let him glory in the Lord.”—­2 Cor., x, 17.

   “He too is witness, noblest of the train
    That wait on man, the flight-performing horse.”—­Cowper.

FIGURE III.—­SYLLEPSIS.

“‘Thou art Simon the son of Jona:  thou shalt be called Cephas:’  which is, by interpretation a stone.”—­John, i, 42.  “Thus saith the Lord of hosts, ’Behold, I will break the bow of Elam, the chief of their might.’”—­Jer., xlix, 35.  “Behold, I lay in Sion a stumbling-stone and rock of offence:  and whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.”—­Rom., ix, 33.

   “Thus Conscience pleads her cause within the breast,
    Though long rebell’d against, not yet suppressed.”—­Cowper.

    “Knowledge is proud that he has learn’d so much;
    Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.”—­Id.

“For those the race of Israel oft forsook Their living strength, and unfrequented left His righteous altar, bowing lowly down To bestial gods.”—­Milton, Paradise Lost, B. i, l. 432.

LESSON V.—­FIGURES OF SYNTAX.

FIGURE IV.—­ENALLAGE.

   “Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
    Are much condemned to have an itching palm,
    To sell and mart your offices for gold.”—­Shakspeare.

    “Come, Philomelus; let us instant go,
    O’erturn his bow’rs, and lay his castle low.”—­Thomson.

    “Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son
    Shall finish what the short-liv’d sire begun”—­Pope.

    “Such was that temple built by Solomon,
    Than whom none richer reign’d o’er Israel.”—­Author.