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5. Aspirated. Hush! hark! did stealing steps go by?
Came not faint whispers near?
Pure tone. No!—The wild wind hath many a sigh
Amid the foliage sere.

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
Ripple the silence deep!
Pure tone. N6; the swans that, circling nightly,
Through the silver waters sweep.

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,
And wavy tresses, gushing from the cap
With which the Roman master crowned his slave
When he took off the gyves.
Orotund. A bearded man,

. Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand
Grasps the broad shield, and one the sword; thy

brow,
Glorious in beauty though it be, is scarred
With tokens of old wars; thy massive limbs
Are strong with struggling.

10. Loud.

Moderate.

Loud.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once

more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace, there 's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility;
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.

Very Loud. On, On, you noblest English,

Whose blood is fetched from fathers
Fathers, that, like so many Ak
Have, in these parts, from morn
And sheathed their swords for laci

Quick and I see you stand like greyhounds in
Straining upon the start. The gam<
Follow your spirits, and, upon this ch

Very Loud. Cry,Heaven For Harry! England
George!

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"What have we s£en?—Not much have I!
Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streai
Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams."

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Animated The other, smiling, said the same;

tone. But with face transfigured and eye of flame:

"Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams!
Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams!"

12.

Gradually How soft the music of those village bells,
softer. Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet! now dying all away,

Gradually Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
loader. Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on.

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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;
Father, sustain an untried soldier's soul,
Or life, or death, whatever be the goal
That crowns or closes round this struggling hour,
__-^«- Thou knowest, if ever from my spirit stole

/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!

IX.

IMITATIVE MODULATION.

"'"^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
Of the thundering drum
Cries, Hark! the foes come:

Charge, charge! 't is too late to retreat.

3. War And Peace.
The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar,
All now was turned to jollity and game.

4. A Giant.
With sturdy steps came stalking on his sight
A hideous giant, horrible and high.

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
The infernal gates, and on their hinges grate
Harsh thunder.

8. Harmonious Sounds.

Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges turning.

9. Movements Of Monsters.
Part huge of bulk,
Wallowing unwieldy, enormous in their gait,
Tempest the ocean.

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.

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