Anaphora



In rhetoric, an Anaphora (ἀναφορά, "carrying back") is a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending them emphasis. In contrast, an epistrophe (or epiphora) is repeating words at the clauses' ends. Anaphora is contrasted with cataphora. See also other figures of speech involving repetition.

One author well-known for his use of anaphora is Charles Dickens (seen in quote below). Some of his best-known works constantly portray their themes through use of this literary tool.

Examples

 * In 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.
 * &mdash; Thomas Kyd, The Spanish Tragedy, I, vi. 3


 * Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition!''
 * &mdash; William Shakespeare, King John, II, i


 * What the hammer? what the chain?
 * In what furnace was thy brain?
 * What the anvil? what dread grasp
 * Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
 * &mdash; William Blake, The Tyger


 * In every cry of every man,
 * In every infant's cry of fear,
 * In every voice, in every ban,
 * The mind-forged manacles I hear:
 * &mdash; William Blake, London


 * Strike as I struck the foe! Strike as I would
 * Have struck those tyrants! Strike deep as my curse!
 * Strike!&mdash;and but once!
 * &mdash; Byron, Marino Faliero


 * With malice toward none;
 * with charity for all;
 * with firmness in the right,...
 * &mdash; Abraham Lincoln, Second Inaugural Address


 * Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
 * Out of the mock-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
 * Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
 * Over the sterile sands, and the fields beyond, where the child, leaving his bed, wander'd alone, bare-headed, barefoot,
 * Down from the shower'd 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-arous'd words,
 * From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
 * From such as now they start the scene revisiting,...
 * &mdash; Walt Whitman, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking


 * 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...
 * &mdash; Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities


 * Five years have passed;
 * Five summers, with the length of
 * Five long winters! and again I hear these waters...
 * &mdash; William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey (poem)


 * I fled Him down the nights and down the days;
 * I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
 * I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
 * Of my own mind...
 * &mdash; Francis Thompson, The Hound of Heaven


 * 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.''
 * &mdash; 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.
 * &mdash; Elie Wiesel, Night


 * segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever...
 * &mdash; George Wallace


 * 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.
 * &mdash; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


 * We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us.
 * And the German won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives.
 * And the German will be sickened by us,
 * and the German will talk about us,
 * and the German will fear us.
 * And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good?
 * &mdash; Quentin Tarantino, Inglorious Basterds

Two songs from Hair, "Ain't Got No" and "I Got Life" (combined by Nina Simone into the medley "Ain't Got No, I Got Life"), are examples of anaphora in popular music. The first contains numerous repetitions of "Ain't got no X", and the second switches to a more positive "I got my X".