III. Analyze the following string-epithets as to the length of the string
and the quality of its components
1. She was hopefully, sadly, vaguely, madly longing for something better. (Dr.)
2. The money she had accepted was two soft, green, handsome ten-dollar bills.
(Dr.)
3. “You’re a scolding, unjust, abusive, aggravating, bad old creature!” cried
Bella. (D.)
4. Jack would have liked to go over and kiss her pure, polite, earnest,
beautiful American forehead. (I. Sh.)
5. “Now my soul, my gentle, captivating, bewitching, and most damnably
enslaving chick-a-biddy, be calm, said Mr. Mantalini. (D.)
6. It was an old, musty, fusty, narrow-minded, clean and hitter room. (R. Ch.)
7. “You nasty, idle, vicious, good-for-nothing brute,” cried the woman,
stamping on the ground, “why don’t you turn the mangle?” (D.)
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8. And he watched her eagerly, sadly, bitterly, ecstati- callv, as she walked
lightly from him . . .(Dr.)
9. ... There was no intellectual pose in the laugh that followed, ribald, riotous,
cockney, straight from the belly. (D. du. M.)
10. Mrs. Bogarl was not the acid type of Good Influence. She was the soft,
damp, fat, sighing, indigestive, clinging, melancholy, depressingly hopeful kind. (S.
L.)
11. “A nasty, ungrateful, pig-headed, brutish, obstinate, sneaking dog,”
exclaimed Mrs. Squeers. (D.)
12. ...they thought themselves superior. And so did Eugene - the wretched
creature! The cheap, mean, nasty, selish upstarts! Why, the majority of them had
nothing. (Dr.)
IV. Pick out metaphorical epithets
1. The iron hate in Saul pushed him on again. He heard the man crashing off to
his right through some bushes. The stems and twigs waved frantically with the
frightened movement of the wind. (M. W.)
2. She had received from her aunt a neat, precise, and circumstantial letter. (W.
D.)
3. There was an adenoidal giggle from Audrey. (St. B.)
4. Liza Hamilton was a very different kettle of Irish. Her head was small and
round and it held small and round convictions. (St.)
5. He would sit on the railless porch with the men when the long, tired, dirty-
faced evening rolled down the narrow valley, thankfully blotting out the streets of
shacks, and listen to the talk. (J.)
6. There was his little scanty travelling clothes upon him. There was his little
scanty box outside in the shivering wind. (D.)
7. His dry tailored voice was capable of more light and shade than Catherine
had supposed (Hut.)
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8. All at once there is a goal, a path through the shape less day. (A. M.)
9. With his hand he shielded his eye against the harsh witty glare from the
naked bulb over the table. (S.)
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