From “Jacomo Joyce” by James Joyce

A flower given by her to my daughter.* Frail * gift, frail giver, frail blue-veined child.*

Padua far beyond the sea. The silent middle age, * night, darkness of history * sleep in the Piazza delle Erbe* under the moon. The city sleeps. Under the arches in the dark streets near the river the whores' eyes spy out for fornicators. Cinque servizi per cinque franchi.* A dark wave of sense, again and again and again.

Mine eyes fail in darkness, mine eyes fail,

Mine eyes fail in darkness, love.

Again. No more. Dark love, dark longing. No more. Darkness.

Twilight. Crossing the piazza. Grey eve lowering on wide sagegreen pasturelands, shedding silently dusk and dew. She follows her mother with ungainly grace, the mare leading her filly foal. Grey twilight mould softly the slim and shapely haunches, the meek supple tendonous neck, the fine-boned skull.* Eve, peace, the dusk of wonder..... Hillo! Ostler! Hilloho! *

Papa and the girls sliding downhill, astride of a toboggan: the Grand Turk and his harem. Tightly capped and jacketted, boots laced in deft crisscross over the flesh-warmed tongue, the short skirt taut from the round knobs of the knees. A white flash: a flake, a snowflake:

And when she next doth ride abroad

May I be there to see! *

I rush out of the tobacco-shop and call her name. She turns and halts to hear my jumbled words of lessons, hours, lessons, hours: and slowly her pale cheeks are flushed with a kindling opal light. Nay, nay, be not afraid!

Mio padre: * she does the simplest acts with distinction. Unde derivatur? * Mia figlia ha una grandissima ammirazione per ilsuo maestro inglese.* The old man's face, handsome, flushed, with strongly Jewish features and long white whiskers, turns towards me as we walk down the hill together. O! Perfectly said: courtesy, benevolence, curiosity, trust, suspicion, naturalness, helplessness of age, confidence, frankness, urbanity, sincerity, warning, pathos, compassion: a perfect blend. Ignatius Loyola, make haste to help me! *

This heart is sore and sad. Crossed in love? *

Long lewdly leering lips: dark-blooded molluscs.

{{{ Moving mists on the hill as I took upward from night and mud. Hanging mists over the damp trees. A light in the upper room. She is dressing to go to the play. There are ghosts in the mirror..... Candles! Candles!

A gentle creature. At midnight, after music, all the way up the via San Michele, * these words were spoken softly. Easy now, Jamesy! Did you never walk the streets of Dublin at night sobbing another name?

She raises her arms in an effort to hook at the nape of her neck a gown of black veiling. She cannot: no, she cannot. She moves backwards towards me mutely. I raise my arms to help her: her arms fall. }}}

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E.A.Poe THE RAVEN

Once upon a midnight _dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

" 'Tis some visitor, " I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple

curtain Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt

before; ~ So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

" Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

" Sir, " said I, " or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you" —here I opened wide the door;

— Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, " Lenore? "

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, " Lenore! "

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

" Surely, " said I, " surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —

Let my heart be. still a moment and this mystery explore; —

" Tis the wind and nothing more! "

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter.

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he: not a minute stopped or stayed he:

But. with mien of lord or lady perched above my chamber door —

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothingmore.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

" Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou." I said, " art sure no craven.

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore! "

Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly.

Though its answer little meaning—-little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seting bird above his chamber door —

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as " Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —

Till 1 scarcely more than muttered, " Other friends have flown before— And tomorrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said. " Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken.

" Doubtless." said I, " what it niters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhnppy master whom unmerciful disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his sole one burden bore —

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never—nevermore." "

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling.

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking " Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the foul whose fiery eyes have burned into mybosom's core;

This and more I sat combining with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er.

But whose velvct-violei lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

She shall press, an, nevermore!

Presently the air greu denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

" Wretch, " I cried, " thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore! "

Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."

" Prophet! " said I, " thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore —

Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore! "

Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."

" Prophet! " said I, " thing of evil! —prophet still, if bird

or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we

both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant

Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."

" Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting—

" Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken! —quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door! "

Quoth the Raven, " Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted — nevermore!

" Make practical stylistic tasks

Identify syntactical stylistic devices used in the examples below and comment on their meaning in the context:

1 I should have brought down a more attractive dress. This one, with its white petals gone dull in the shower steam, with its belt of lavender and prickling lace at each pulse point, I don't like. (Erdrich)2 I begin my windshield-wiper wave, as instructed by our gym teacher, who has been a contestant for Miss North Dakota. Back and forth very slowly. Smile, smile, smile. (Erdrich)3 Except for the work in the quarries, life at Egdon was almost the same as at Blackstone. 'Slops outside, ' chapel, privacy. (Waugh) 4I was for this reason the rector had so abjectly curled up, still so abjectly curled up before She-who-was Cynthia: because of his slave's fear of her contempt, the contempt of a born-free nature for a base-born nature. (Lawrence) 5The warder rang the bell.—Inside, you two! he shouted. (Waugh) 6—Old man, Miles said amiably, if I may say so, I think you're missing the point. —If I may say so, sir, Philippe said, I think I am missing nothing. What is the point? (Shaw) 7You asked me what I had going this time. What I have going is wine. With the way the world's drinking these days, being in wine is like having a license to steal. (Shaw) 8How kind of you, Alfred! She has asked about you, and expressed her intention—her intention, if you please! —to know you. (Caldwell) 9When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. (Wilde) 10— There are lots of things I wanted to do—I wanted to climb the Matterhom but I wouldn't blame the fact that I haven't on anyone else. — You. Clime the Matterhom. Ha. You couldn't even climb the Washington Monument. (Cheever) 11There was no Olga. I had no consolation. Then I felt desperate, desolate, crushed. (Cheever) 12— You get cold, riding a bicycle? he asked. —My hands! she said clasping them nervously. (Lawrence) 13 If the man had been frightening before, he was now a perfect horror. (Berger) 14 My dear fellow, the way you flirt with Gwendolen is perfectly disgraceful. It is almost as bad as the way Gwendolen flirts with you. (Wilde) 15 Trouble is, I don't know if I want a business or not. Or even if I can pay for it, if I did want it. (Shute) 16 A man has a right to get married and have children, and I'd earned the right to have a wife, both in work and money. A man's got a right to live in his own place. A man has a right to make his life where he can look after his Dad and Mum a bit when they get old. (Shute) 17...already we were operating five aircraft of four different types, and if we got a Tramp we should have six aircraft of five types... A Tramp it would have to be, and I told them of my money difficulty. (Shute) 18 Damrey Phong, though healthy, is a humid place. (Shute) 19 He's made his declaration. He loves me. He can't live without me. He'd walk through fire to hear the notes of my voice. (Cheever) 20 That's thefoolest thing I ever heard. (Berger)

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Collect your own examples of syntactic stylistic devices to the following form

Example of a sentence(s) with stylistically marked word	Name of device	Comment on stylistic effect
What the hammer? what the chain?	Syntactic parallelism	Emphatic

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