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Pathetic and Plaintive. 1. Nay, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead,
He lives again in heaven's unclouded life,
From these dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife;
Would fondly keep for earth its fairest flowers,
The few that deck this dreary world of ours :
That one so loved should be so early lost,
To mourn the blossom that we cherished most,
2. Sleep on — sleep on, above thy corse,
The winds their Sabbath keep,
Heaves with the heaving deep ;
3. Sleep on,- thy corse is far away,
But love bewails thee yet;
And lovely eyes are wet;
4. Morar! thou art low indeed; thou hast no mother to mourn thee; no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth; fallen is the daughter of Morglan. Who, on his staff, is this? Who this, whose head is white with age, whose eyes are galled with tears, who quakes at every step? It is thy father, O Morar! the father of no son but thee.
5. Weep, thou father of Morar! weep; but thy son heareth thee not. Deep is the sleep of the dead ; low their pillow of dust. No more shall he hear thy voice, no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake? Farewell, thou bravest of men, thou conqueror of the field; but the field shall see thee no more, nor the gloomy wood be lightened by the splendor of thy steel.
Thou hast left no son, - but the song shall preserve thy name.
RULE 5. The language of earnest entreaty, excessive grief or sorrow, lamentation, remorse, horror, and despair, should generally be uttered with moderate movement, and in a tone of voice somewhat subdued and below the middle pitch. The falling inflection usually prevails.
Earnest Entreaty and Lamentation.
What love sincere, and reverence in my heart,
QUESTION. What is the rule for reading the language of earnest entreaty, ex arsive grief or sorrow, lamentation, remorse, horror, and despair?
I beg and clasp thy knees; bereave me not,
On me, exercise not
3. Look down, illustrious senators of Rome! from that height of power to which you are raised, on the unexampled distresses of a prince, who is, by the cruelty of a wicked intruder, become an outcast from all mankind. Let not the crafty insinuations of him who returns murder for adoption, prejudice your judgment. Do not listen to the wretch who bas butchered the son and relations of a king, who gave him power to sit on the same throne with his own sons.
4. Fathers, senators of Rome, arbiters of nations, to you I fly for refuge from the murderous fury of Jugurtha. By your affection for your children; by your love for your country; by your own virtues; by the majesty of the Roman commonwealth; by all that is sacred, and all that is
deliver a wretched prince from undeserved, unprovoked injury; and save the kingdom of Numidia,
which is your own property, from being the prey of violence, . usurpation, and cruelty.
dear to you,
Grief, Sorrow, and Melancholy.
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff ;
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
And cruel death hath snatched it from my sight:
But yet he comes not. Once it was not so.
He thinks not how these bitter tears do flow
Oh! how I love a mother's watch to keep,
My heart, though sunk in sorrow, fixed and deep!
Lamentation, Remorse, and Despair. 1, Me miserable! which way shall I fly
Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ?
Ah me! they little know
Remorse, Horror, and Despair. 1. Solitude shall protract the lingering hours of eternity, and darkness aggravate the horrors of despair. At this moment, I seemed to be driven by some secret and invisible power, through the glowing system of creation, and passed innumerable worlds in a moment. As I approached the verge of nature, I perceived the shadows of total and boundless vacuity open before me, a dreadful region of eternal silence, solitude, and darkness.
2. Unutterable horror seized me at the prospect, and this exclamation burst from me with all the vehemence of desir : Oh ! that I had been doomed forever to the common receptacle of impenitence and guilt! There society would have alleviated the torment of despair ; and the rage of fire could not have excluded the comfort of light! Or, if I had