"Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke."—Gray.
"Firm in his love, resistless in his hate,
His arm is conquest, and his frown is fate."—Day.
"At length the world, renew'd by calm repose,
Was strong for toil; the dappled morn arose."—Parnell.
"What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain and the lynx's beam!
Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood,
To that which warbles through the vernal wood!"—Pope.
FIGURE V.—SYNECDOCHE.
"'Twas then his threshold first receiv'd a guest."—Parnell.
"For yet by swains alone the world he knew,
Whose feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly dew."—Id.
"Flush'd by the spirit of the genial year,
Now from the virgin's cheek a fresher bloom
Shoots, less and less, the live carnation round."—Thomson.