Pathetic and Plaintive. 1. Nay, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead, He lives again in heaven's unclouded life, With other angels that have early fled From these dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife; 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, That where our treasure is, our hearts may be ! The wave is round thee, and thy breast O'er thee, mild eve her beauty flings, But love bewails thee yet; For thee, the heart-wrung sigh is breathed, And she, the young and beauteous bride, As oft she turns to view with tears 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. EXERCISE VIII. 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. 1. Forsake me not thus, Adam! Witness, Heaven, QUESTION. What is the rule for reading the language of earnest entreaty, ex cessive grief or sorrow, lamentation, remorse, horror, and despair? 2. I beg and clasp thy knees; bereave me not, My only strength and stay. Forlorn of thee, On me, exercise not Thy hatred for this misery befallen; On me, already lost, me, than thyself More miserable: — - both have sinned; but thou, 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 has 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 dear to you, 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. Grief, Sorrow, and Melancholy. 1. Ha! let me see her; alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath snatched it from my sight! 2. He comes not. I have watched the moon go down, I had a husband once, who loved me. Now, Lamentation, Remorse, and Despair. 2. Ah me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain! By act of grace, my former state; how soon This knows my punisher; therefore, as far Remorse, Horror, and Despair. At this 1. Solitude shall protract the lingering hours of eternity, and darkness aggravate the horrors of despair. 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 |