“He spoke:  with fatal eagerness we burn,
    And quit the shores, undestin’d to return.”—­Day.

    “Still as he pass’d, the nations he sublimes.”—­Thomson.

    “Sometimes, with early morn, he mounted gay.”—­Id.

    “’I’ve lost a day’—­the prince who nobly cried,
    Had been an emperor without his crown.”—­Young.

FIGURE V.—­HYPERBATON.

   “Such resting found the sole of unblest feet.”—­Milton.

    “Yet, though successless, will the toil delight.”—­Thomson.

    “Where, ’midst the changeful scen’ry ever new,
    Fancy a thousand wondrous forms descries.”—­Beattie.

    “Yet so much bounty is in God, such grace,
    That who advance his glory, not their own,
    Them he himself to glory will advance.”—­Milton.

    “No quick reply to dubious questions make;
    Suspense and caution still prevent mistake.”—­Denham.

LESSON VI.—­FIGURES OF RHETORIC.

FIGURE I.—­SIMILE.

“Human greatness is short and transitory, as the odour of incense in the fire.”—­Dr. Johnson.  “Terrestrial happiness is of short continuance:  the brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel, the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odours.”—­Id. “Thy nod is as the earthquake that shakes the mountains; and thy smile, as the dawn of the vernal day.”—­Id.

“Plants rais’d with tenderness are seldom strong; Man’s coltish disposition asks the thong; 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 awkward 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 the morn, their new-flush’d bloom resign,
    Before th’ unbating beam? So fade the fair,
    When fevers revel through their azure veins.”—­Thomson.

FIGURE II.—­METAPHOR.

“Cathmon, thy name is a pleasant gale.”—­Ossian.  “Rolled into himself he flew, wide 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 bosom.”—­Hawkesworth.  “The sun grew weary of gilding the palaces of Morad; the clouds of sorrow gathered round his head; and the tempest of hatred roared about his dwelling.”—­Dr. Johnson.