And winter with his aged locks, — and breathe, In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far wind-harp's wild and touching wail, 1. It thunders! Awe and Reverence. Sons of dust, in reverence bow! I hear thy awful voice. Alarmed afraid And in the very grave would hide my head. 2. Now, all is hushed and still as death ; — 't is dreadful! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, EXERCISE XI. RULE 8. The language of scorn, contempt, or threatened revenge, when deliberate, requires a deep and guttural voice, rather slow movement, forcible utterance, and very emphatic significancy of expression. But when violent, it is loud and rapid in its QUESTION. What is the rule for the language of scorn, contempt, and threat ened revenge? utterance. The falling inflection prevails in the expression of these emotions. Scorn and Contempt. 1. Beardless robber! I never yet have learned to tremble before man; why before thee, thou less than man? 2. I know thee not, nor ever saw till now Sight more detestable than him and thee. 3. Thou worm! thou viper!-to thy native earth Return! Away! Thou art too base for man To tread upon. Thou scum! thou reptile! 1. 2. Envy and Scorn. Aside the devil turned For envy, yet, with jealous leer malign, Eyed them askance, and to himself thus plained: The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill Of bliss on bliss; while I to hell am thrust, Live while ye may, Yet happy pair; enjoy, till I return, Short pleasure, for long woes are to succeed. [roam. But with sly circumspection, and began Contempt and Threatened Revenge. Dog! neither knees nor parents name to me! That I could carve and eat thee, to whose arms That none shall save thy carcass from the dogs! - To add still more; would thy Dardanian sire, EXERCISE XII. RULE 9. Language of joy, mirth, or other pleasurable emotions, should be read on a key a little above the middle pitch, with a smooth, flowing voice, moderate stress, quick movement, and varied inflections. Joy and Gayety. 1. O yonder is the well-known spot, My dear, my long lost native home! Where I shall rest, no more to roam! 2. Away! away!-our fires stream bright And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light, QUESTIONS. What is the rule for the language of joy, mirth, or other pleasura ble emotions? * Dar-daʼni-an, a descendant of Dardanus, who is said to be the progenitor of the Trojan kings. 3. Away! away to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently waving; Away! away to the vale below, Where the stream is gently laving. 4. Away! away to the rocky glen, Where the deer are wildly bounding! 5. The clouds are at play in the azure space, And their shadows at play in the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase, And there they roll on the easy gale. 6. There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, There's a titter of the winds in that beechen-tree, There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. Gayety and Cheerfulness. 1. O this is the beautiful month of May, The season of birds and of flowers! The young and the lovely are out and away, 'Mid the up-springing grass and the blossoms, at play; And many a heart will be happy to-day, In this beautiful region of ours. 2. Sweet April, the frail, the capriciously bright, Yet we mourn not her absence, for swift at her flight Is beautiful, beautiful May. 3. What scenes of delight, what sweet visions she brings, Of freshness, of gladness, and mirth, Of fair sunny glades, where the buttercup springs, 4. How fair is the landscape! o'er hill-top and glade, The shadow now sunshine, the sunshine now shade, Their light-shifting hues for the green earth have made A garment resplendent with dew-gems o'erlaid, A light-woven tissue of gold. 5 These brighten the landscape, and softly unroll Calm Delight. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, The desert circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night! Wonder and Admiration. Creation is a display of supreme goodness, no less than of wisdom and power. How many clear marks of benevolent intention appear everywhere around us! What a profusion |