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5. Aspirated. Hush! hark! did stealing steps go by?
6. Full tone. Her giant form
O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm,
Majestically calm, would go,
Mid the deep darkness, white as snow! Gentle. But gentler now the small waves glide,
Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side. Full tone. So stately her bearing, so proud her array,
The main sbe will traverse for ever and aye.
Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast. Aspirated. Hush! bush! thou vain dreamer! this hour is her last!
7. Aspirated. Hark! distant voices, that lightly
Aspirated. See I not, there, a white shimmer?
Something with pale silken shrine? Pure tone. N6; it is the column's glimmer,
'Gainst the gloomy hedge of pine.
8. Aspirated. Hark! below the gates unbarring!
Tramp of men and quick commands! Pure tone. "Tis my lord come back from hunting," And the Duchess claps her hinds.
Soft. Slow and tired came the hunters;
» Stopped in darkness in the court.
Loud. "H6, this way, ye laggard hunters!
To the hall! What sport, what sport.
Slow and Slow they entered with their master;
soft. In the hall they laid him down.
Slightly On his coat were leaves and blood-stains,
aspirated. On his brow an angry frown.
9. Pure lone. O Freedom, thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
. Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
Very Loud. On, On, you noblest English,
Whose blood is fetched from fathers
Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in
Very Loud. Cry,—Heaven For Harry! England
The one with yawning made reply:
Animated The other, smiling, said the same;
tone. But with face transfigured and eye of flame:
"Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams!
Gradually How soft the music of those village bells,
In cadence sweet! now dying all away,
Gradually Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
Ever, as on they bore, more loud,
And louder rang the pibroch proud.
At first the sound, by distance tame,
Mellowed, along the waters came;
And lingering long by cape and bay,
Wailed every harsher note away;
When bursting bolder on the ear,
The clans' shrill gathering they could hear,
Those thrilling sounds that call the might
Of old Clan-Alpine to the fight.
, 1. Soft Oro- Father of earth and heaven! I call thy name! tund. Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll;
My eyes arje dazzled with the rustling flame;
/ne deeper prayer, 'twas that no cloud might
lower On my young fame!—0 hear! God of eternal power!
Jro- Now for the fight—now for the cannon peal— d. Fdrward — through blood and toil and cloud
and fire! Glorious the shout, the shock, the crash of steel, The volley's roll, the rocket's blasting spire; They shake—like broken waves their squares retire,— On them, hussars !—Now give them rein and heel; Think of the orphaned child, the murdered sire:— Earth cries for bldod,—in thunder on them wheel! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumphseal!
"'"^TOTHING is more natural than to imitate, by the sound _U\ of the voice, the quality of the sound or noise which any xternal object makes, and to form its name accordingly. A tain bird is termed the cuckoo, from the sound which it emits. en one sort of wind is said to whistle, and another to roar; a serpent is said to hm, a fly to buzz, and falling timber to - when a stream is said to flow, and hail to rattle,—the analiween the word and the thing signified is plainly discernBut imitation is not confined to single words. The works 10- -oetical and imaginative writers abound in passages which their melody suggest their meaning. These passages must, om their very nature, receive the interpretation of the voice to convey their full force. The following examples are selected, upon which the pupil may practice in making the sound an echo of the sense.
1. The Power Op Words. Words are instruments of music; an ignorant man uses them for jargon; but when a master touches them they have unexpected life and soul. Some words sound out like drums; some breathe memories sweet as flutes; some call like a clarionet some shout a charge like trumpets; some are sweet as children's talk; others rich as a mother's answering back.
2. A Drum.
The double, double, double beat
Charge, charge! 't is too late to retreat.
3. War And Peace.
4. A Giant.
5. Rushing Of The Tidk. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars; tumultuous boil the waves.
6. Hum Of Insects. The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal.
7. Harsh Sounds.
On a sudden open fly
8. Harmonious Sounds.
Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges turning.
9. Movements Of Monsters.
10. Surges: As raging seas are wont to roar, When wintry storm his wrathful wreck does threat, The rolling billows beat the ragged shore.
11. Felling Trees. Loud sounds the ax, redoubling strokes on strokes; On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets hewn, Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder down.
12. Sounds Heard In The Country. Down the rough slope the ponderous wagon rings; Through rustling corn the hare astonished springs; Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hour; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings.