Lord breaks the cedars of Lebanon. He makes Lebanon to skip like a calf. Sirion like a young wild ox. The voice of the Lord flashes forth flames of fire. The voice of the Lord shakes the wilderness. Lord shakes the wilderness of Kadesh. The voice of the Lord makes the deer give birth. In rhetoric, an anaphora Greek, carrying back is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of. The Door to a Revolution in Psychiatry Cracks Open. A MIA Report Norways Health Ministry Orders MedicationFree Treatment. The Sims 3 is computer game that offers us a world of moral ambiguity, free to perform psychological experiments away from the leering eye of ethics. Scumbag Lee Compilation. All Clips are from The Walking Dead Episodes 14 Sorry for two duplicate scenes. Glory Psalm 2. Today, anaphora is seen in many different contexts including songs, movies, television, political speeches, poetry, and prose. ExampleseditIn time the savage bull sustains the yoke,In time all haggard hawks will stoop to lure,In time small wedges cleave the hardest oak,In time the flint is pierced with softest shower. Thomas Kyd, The Spanish Tragedy, I, vi. For want of a nail the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the message was lost. For want of a message the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the want of a horseshoe nail. Mad world Mad kings Mad composition William Shakespeare, King John, II, i. What the hammer what the chainIn what furnace was thy brain What the anvil what dread grasp. Dare its deadly terrors clasp William Blake, The Tyger. In every cry of every man,In every infants cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind forged manacles I hear. William Blake, London. Strike as I struck the foe Strike as I would. Have struck those tyrants Strike deep as my curse Strikeand but once Byron, Marino Faliero. With malice toward none with charity for all with firmness in the right. Abraham Lincoln, Second Inaugural Address. Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,Out of the mock birds throat, the musical shuttle,Out of the Ninth month midnight,Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wanderd alone, bare headed, barefoot,Down from the showerd halo,Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,From your memories, sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,From under that yellow half moon late risen and swollen as if with tears,From those beginning notes of yearning and love, there in the transparent mist,From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,From the myriad thence arousd words,From the word stronger and more delicious than any,From such as now they start the scene revisiting. Walt Whitman, Out of the Cradle Endlessly RockingWhen I have seen by Times fell hand defaced. The rich proud cost of outworn buried age When sometime lofty towers I see down razed. And brass eternal slave to mortal rage When I have seen the hungry ocean gain. Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,And the firm soil win of the watery main,Increasing store with loss and loss with store When I have seen such interchange of state,Or state itself confounded to decay Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate,That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose. But weep to have that which it fears to lose. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 6. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. We shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender. Winston Churchill. Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children, whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky. Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever. Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never. Elie Wiesel, Night. I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean. Langston Hughes, Let America be America Again. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment,I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state, sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Driver Download Of Hp Deskjet F4288 Drivers. Where is the Life we have lost in living Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledgeWhere is the knowledge we have lost in information T. S. Eliot, Chorus from The RockSee alsoeditReferenceseditSourceseditExternal linksedit.