Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. The Princess. II. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. The Burial of Sir John Moore. III. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! TENNYSON. CHAS. WOLfe. -TENNYSON. IV. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass; as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth: for the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more.-BIBLE. V. O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done, The voice that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun. And there to wait a little while, till you and Effie come. II. Is there not an amusement, having an affinity with the drama, which might be usefully introduced among us? I mean, Recitation. A work of genius, recited by a man of fine taste, enthusiasm, and powers of elocution, is a very pure and high grati fication. Were this art cultivated and encouraged, great numbers, now insensible to the most beautiful compositions, might be waked up to their excellence and power. It is not easy to conceive of a more effectual way of spreading a refined taste through a community. The drama undoubtedly appeals more strongly to the passions than recitation; but the latter brings out the meaning of the author more. Shakespeare, worthily recited, would be better understood than on the stage. Recitation, sufficiently varied, so as to include pieces of chaste wit, as well as of pathos, beauty, and sublimity, is adapted to our present intellectual progress.-CHAN NING. III. IV. My doctren is to lay aside Contensions, and be satisfied; Jest do your best, and praise er blame Is mixed with troubles, more er less, -JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY. She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me; Oh, then I saw her eye was bright— But now her looks are coy and cold; Her very frowns are better far She is Not Fair to Outward View. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. I pluck you out of your crannies, -TENNYSON. VI. "My boy, the first thing you want to learn—if you haven't learned to do it already-is to tell the truth. The pure, sweet, refreshing, wholesome truth. For one thing it will save you so much trouble. Oh, heaps of trouble. And no end of hard work. And a terrible strain upon your memory. Sometimes—and when I say sometimes I mean a great many times—it is hard to tell the truth the first time. But when you have told it, there is an end of it. You have won the victory; the fight is over. Next time you tell the truth." Energetic degree: I. It was a lover and his lass, With a hey and a ho, and a hey-nonino! In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace. I was once a barefoot boy! The Barefoot Boy. -SHAKESPEARE. WHITTIER. III. Oh! when the heart is full-when bitter thoughts And the poor, common words of courtesy The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer. -WILLIS. IV. Here I stand ready for impeachment or trial: I dare accusation. I defy the honorable gentleman; I defy the government; I defy the whole phalanx; let them come forth. I tell the ministers I will neither give them quarter nor take it. I am here to lay the shattered remains of my constitution on the floor of this House in defense of the liberties of my country. Invective Against Corry. HENRY GRATTAN. V. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled, that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not be deceived, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation the last arguments to which kings resort.-PATRICK HENRY. Strong degree: I. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch under your testy humor?-SHAKESPEARE. II. When officers and men have given up all hope of relief, and are bravely awaiting a horrible death, Jessie Brown, a corporal's wife, made doubly sensitive to sound by sickness, hears the far-off music of the Scotch regiments sent to their succor, and shouts : "The Highlanders! Oh, dinna ye hear The MacGregors! Oh, I ken it weel; "God bless the bonny Highlanders! We're saved! we're saved!" she cried; The Relief of Lucknow. III. Hamlet. ROBERT T. S. LOWELL. Dost thou come here to whine? And, if thou prate of mountains, let them SHAKESPEARE. IV. Oh, save me, Hubert, save me! For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound. Oh, spare mine eyes, Though to no use but still to look upon you. King John. V. SHAKESPEARE. Too hard to bear! why did they.take me thence? TENNYSON. STRESS. Stress refers to the manner of applying the force to the emphatic syllable or word. There are two main divisions of stress. It is called radical stress when the greatest force is applied at the beginning of the important word, and final stress when there is a gradual increase of force culminating on the last part of the word. 1 1. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my castle before the hot day 2. Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more. Note that in reading the first illustration there was an explosion of the breath on the initial syllable which gradually diminished. The glottis is forcefully kept closed until there is a great pressure beneath it, when it is thrown open like a cork popping out of a bottle. In the second illustration, the force is applied gradually and finally swells into a strong emphasis. Radical stress is used in all forms of animated expression; |