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5. Aspirated. Hùsh! hårk! did stealing stéps go by ?
Came not faint whispers near?
—The wild wind hath many a sigh
6. Full tone.
Her giant form
Mid the deep dārkness, white as snow!
Like playful làmbs o'er a mòuntain's side. Full tone. So stātely her bēaring, so proud her arrāy,
The māin she will trāverse for ever and aye.
Many pòrts will exùlt at the gleam of her màst. Aspirated. Hùsh! hush! thou vain dreamer! this hour is her
Hårk! below the gates unbårring !
Slow and tired came the hunters;
soft. Slightly aspirated.
Slow they entered with their master;
In the hall they laid him dòwn.
On his brow an angry frown.
9. Pure tone. O Freedom, thou art not, as poets dream,
A fair young girl, with light and delicate limbs,
When he took off the gýves.
A bearded màn,
10. Loud. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once
Or close the wall up with our English dèad !
As modest stillness and humility;
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Disguise fair nature with hard-favored ràge.
Whose blood is fetched from fathers of wàr-proof!
And sheathed their swords for lacı
Straining upon the start. The game
Follow your spirits, and, upon this ch Very Loud. CRY,-HEAVEN FOR HARRY! ENGLAND
Tone of The one with yawning made reply: Indifference. “What have we séen ?-Not much have I!
Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and strea
Blue sky and clouds, and sunny gleams.”
“Trees, meadows, mountains, groves, and streams!
12. Gradually How soft the music of those village bells,
In cadence sweet! now dying all away,
louder. Clear and sonorous, as the gàle comes on.
Ever, as on they bore, more loud,
it. Soft Oro. Fāther of earth and heaven! I call thy name! tund. Round me the smoke and shout of bàttle roll;
My eyes are dàzzled with the rustling flame;
Father, sustàin an untried soldier's soul,
Or lífe, or death, whatever be the goal
Loud Oro- Now for the fight-now for the cànnon pealtund. Fòrward — through blood and toil and cloud
The vòlley’s roll, the rocket's blasting spire;
sire: Earth cries for blood, -in thùnder on them wheel! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph
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 hiss, a fly to buzz, and falling timber to when a stream is said to flow, and hail to rattle,—the analtween the word and the thing signified is plainly discern
But imitation is not confined to single words. The works 10. joetical 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 OF WORDS. Words are instruments of mùsic; an ignorant man uses them for jàrgon; but when a máster touches them they have unexpected life and soul. Some words sound out like drùms; some breathe memories sweet as flètes; some call like a clarionèt; some shout a charge like trùmpets; some are sweet as children's talk; others rich as a mother's answering back.
2. A DRUM.
Of the thundering drum
Cries, Hark! the fòes come:
3. WAR AND PEACE. The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar, All now was turned to jollity and gàme.
4. A GIANT. With sturdy steps came stalking on his sight A hideous giant, horrible and high.
5. RUSHING OF THE TIDE. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock ròars; 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.
sudden open fly
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 òcean.
As raging seas are wont to roar, When wintry storm his wrathful wreck does threat, The rolling billows beat the ragged shòre.
11. FELLING TREES. Loud sounds the àx, redoubling strokes on stròkes ; On all sides 'round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets hewn, Then rustling, crackling, crashing, thunder dòwn.
12. SOUNDS HEARD IN THE COUNTRY. Down the rough slope the ponderous wàgon rings; Through rustling corn the håre astonished springs; Slow tolls the village clock the drowsy hour; The partridge bursts away on whirring wings.