Awe. Prophetic threatening. Lamentation. Mournful description. Awe. Horror. Fear. Affectionate remembrance Mournful admiration. Rejoicing with awe. Authority. Joy with revenge. Horror. Conway's foaming flood, robed in the sable garb of woe, with haggard eyes the Poet stood; (loose, his beard and hoary hair streamed like a meteor to the troubled air;) and, with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, struck the deep sorrows of his lyre. "Hark! how each giant oak, and desert cave, sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath! O'er thee, O King! their hundred arms they wave, revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe:-vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, to high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. "Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, that hushed the stormy main: brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed: Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head-on dreary Arvon's shore they lie, smeared with gore,and ghastly pale: far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail: the famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear, lost companions of my tuneful art! Dear-as the light that visits these sad eyes! dear-as the ruddy drops that warm my heart! ye died amidst your dying country's cries!-No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,-a grisly band,-I see them sit! they linger yet, avengers of their native land: with me in dreadful harmony they join, and weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line. "Weave the warp, and weave the woof,—the winding sheet of Edward's race; give ample room, and verge enough, the characters of hell to trace: mark the year, and mark the night, when Severn shall re-echo with affright the shrieks of death, through Berkley's roofs that ring-shrieks of an agonizing king! She-wolf of France-with unrelenting fangs Piteous horror. that tear'st the bowels of thy mangled mate,—from thee be born, who, o'er thy country, hangs, the scourge of Heaven. What terrors round him wait! Amazement in his van, with Flight combined; and Sorrow's faded form, and Solitude, behind. Execration. Intense joy. Irony with exultation. "Mighty victor! mighty lord ! low on his funeral couch he lies! No pitying heart, no eye, afford a tear to grace his obsequies. Is the sable warrior Joyous revenge. fled? Thy son is gone. He rests among the dead! The swarm that in thy noon-tide beam were born? Contempt. description. Gone to salute the rising Morn. Fair laughs the descript prey. Command. :- Irony. description. "Fill high the sparkling bowl, the rich repast prepare! Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast:Close by the regal chair fell Thirst and Famine Joyous horror scowl a baleful smile upon their baffled guest. Heard Triumphant ye the din of battle bray, lance to lance, and horse to horse? Long years of havoc urge their destined course, and through the kindred squadrons mow their way! Ye towers of Julius-London's lasting shame!—with many a foul and midnight murder fed; revere his consort's faith, his father's fame, and spare the meek usurper's holy head. Above, below, the rose of snow, twined with the blushing foe, we spread; the bristled boar, in infant gore, wallows beneath the thorny shade. Now, Brothers, bending Revenge. o'er the accursed loom, stamp we our vengeance deep, Joy. and ratify his doom. Direction. Narration with joy. Entreaty "Edward, lo! to sudden fate (Weave we the woof. Revenge. The thread is spun.)--half of thy heart we conse- Revenge. crate. (The web is wove. The work is done !)Stay, oh stay! nor thus, forlorn, leave me unblessed, with unpitied, here to mourn: in yon bright track, that fires the western skies, they melt-they vanish from my eyes. But oh! what solemn scenes on Snowdon's Surprise height descending slow their glittering skirts unroll! Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! ye unborn Entreaty with ages, crowd not on my soul! No more our long- Extreme joy. lost Arthur we bewail: all hail, ye genuine Kings, Britannia's issue! hail! with awe. admiration. description. "Girt with manya Baron bold, sublime their starry Joyous fronts they rear; and gorgeous dames, and statesmen old, in bearded majesty appear. In the midst a form Admiration. divine! her eye proclaims her of the Briton line; her lion-port, her awe-commanding face, attempered sweet to virgin grace! What strings symphonious Listening tremble in the air! what strains of vocal transports round her play! Hear from the grave, great Talies- Joyous sin, hear! they breathe a soul to animate thy clay. with rapture. entreating Rapture. Prophetic description. pleasure Contempt. Bright Rapture calls, and soaring, as she sings, waves in the eye of Heaven her many-coloured wings. 66 The verse adorn again fierce War, and faithful Love, and Truth severe, by fairy Fiction dressed; in buskined measures, move pale Grief and pleasing Pain, with Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. Listening with A voice, as of the cherub-choir, gales from blooming Eden bear; and distant warblings lessen on my ear, that lost in long futurity expire. -Fond, impious man! think'st thou yon sanguine cloud, raised by Joyous reply. thy breath, has quenched the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood, and warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me: with joy I Entreaty-hate. See the different doom our fates assign! Be thine Satisfaction. Despair, and sceptred Care; to triumph, and to die, Descriptive are mine!"He spoke; and, headlong, from the mountain's height, deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night. Exultation. awe. Descriptive awe. Solemn joy. Dignified solemnity. Plaintively solemn. Pity. Joy. Melancholy remembrance. 1 Disclaiming. XIX. THE LAST MAN.-Campbell. ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, the sun himself must die, before this mortal shall assume its immortality! I saw a vision in my sleep, that gave my spirit strength to sweep adown the gulf of Time! I saw the last of human mould-that shall Creation's death behold, as Adam saw her prime! The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, the earth with age was wan; the skeletons of nations were around that lonely man! Some had expired in fight,—the brands still rusted in their bony hands; in plague and famine some. Earth's cities had no sound or tread; and ships were drifting with the dead to shores where all was dumb. Yet, prophet-like, that Lone One stood, with dauntless words and high, that shook the sere leaves from the wood as if a storm passed bysaying, "We are twins in death, proud Sun! thy face is cold, thy race is run, 'tis mercy bids thee go; for thou ten thousand thousand years hast seen the tide of human tears-that shall no longer flow. What though beneath thee, man put forth his pomp, his pride, his skill; and arts that made fire, flood, and earth, the vassals of his will?' yet mourn I Disappoint ejaculation Piteous Farnest entreaty. Solemn joy. not thy parted sway, thou dim discrowned king of day: for, all those trophiea arts and triumphs, that ment. beneath thee sprang, healed not a passion or a pang entailed on human hearts. Go! let oblivion's cur- Earnest tain fall upon the stage of men! nor with thy rising beams recall life's tragedy again! Its piteous pageants bring not back, nor waken flesh upon the entreaty. rack of pain anew to writhe; stretched in disease's shapes abhorred, or mown in battle by the sword like grass beneath the scythe! Even I am weary Anguish. in yon skies to watch thy fading fire: test of all sumless agonies, behold not me expire! My lips that speak thy dirge of death-their rounded gasp and gurgling breath to see, thou shalt not boast; the eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, the majesty of Darkness shall receive my parting ghost! This Awe. spirit shall return to Him who gave its heavenly spark; yet think not, Sun! it shall be dim, when Disclaiming. thou thyself art dark! No! it shall live again, and Ardour. shine in bliss unknown to beams of thine; by Him recalled to breath, who captive led Captivity, who Triumphant robbed the Grave of victory, and took the sting from Death! Go, Sun! while Mercy holds me up, Solemnly on Nature's awful waste, to drink this last and Anguish. bitter cup of grief that man shall taste;-go! tell the night that hides thy face, thou saw'st the last of Undaunted. Adam's race, on earth's sepulchral clod, the darken veneration. entreating. ing universe defy, to quench his Immortality, or Veneration. shake his trust in God! (A general imitation of the various passions to be observed throughout.) WHEN Music, (heavenly maid!) was young, ere yet in earliest Greece she sung, the Passions, oft, to hear her shell, thronged around her magic cell; exulting,-trembling;—raging,fainting;-possessed, beyond the Muse's painting. By turns, they felt the glowing mind disturbed,-delighted,-raised,refined; till once, 'tis said, when all were fired, filled with fury, rapt, inspired, from the supporting myrtles round they snatched her instruments of sound; and, as they oft had heard, apart, sweet lessons of her forceful art, each-for madness ruled the hour-would prove his own expressive power. First, Fear his hand, its skill to try, amid the chords G bewildered laid and back recoiled-he knew not why:—even at the sound himself had made! Next Anger rushed, his eyes on fire; in lightnings owned his secret stings; with one rude clash he struck the lyre, and swept, with hurried hands, the strings. With woeful measures, wan Despair :-low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled; a solemn, strange, and mingled air; 'twas sad, by fits by starts, 'twas wild. But thou, O Hope! with eyes so fair, what was thy delighted measure! still it whispered promised pleasure, and bade the lovely scenes at distance "Hail!" Still would her touch the strain prolong; and, from the rocks, the woods, the vale, she called on Echo, still, through all her song; and, where her sweetest theme she chose, a soft, responsive voice was heard at every close!—and Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair! And longer had she sung-but, with a frown, Revenge impatient rose: he threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down; and, with a withering look, the war-denouncing trumpet took, and blew a blast-so loud and dread, were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe: and ever and anon, he beat the doubling drum, with furious heat. And though, sometimes, each dreary pause between, dejected Pity, at his side, her soul-subduing voice applied, yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien; while each strained ball of sight-seemed bursting from his head. Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fixed; sad proof of thy distressful state! of differing themes the veering song was mixed: and now, it courted Love-now, raving, called on Hate. With eyes upraised, as one inspired, pale Melancholy sat retired; and, from her wild, sequestered seat, in notes by distance made more sweet, poured, through the mellow horn, her pensive soul: and, dashing soft, from rocks around, bubbling runnels joined the sound. Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole; or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay-round a holy calm diffusing, love of peace and lonely musing-in hollow murmurs died away. But, oh, how altered was its sprightlier tone, when Cheerfulness-a nymph of healthiest hue, her bow across her shoulder flung, her buskins gemmed with morning dew,—blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung; the hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known. The oak-crowned Sisters, and their chaste-eyed Queen, Satyrs, and Sylvan Boys, were seen peeping from forth their alleys green: brown Exercise rejoiced to hear; and Sport leaped up, and seized his beechen spear. Last, came Joy's ecstatic trial: he, with viny crown advanc |