And so all the night-tide I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulcher there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

"Annabel Lee."

3. A hurry of hoofs in a village street,

A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,

POE.

And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night;

And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight,
Kindled the land into flame with its heat.

"Paul Revere's Ride."

LONGFELLOW.

4. When the mists have rolled in splendor
From the beauty of the hills,

And the sunshine, warm and tender,
Falls in kisses on the rills,
We may read Love's shining letter
In the rainbow of the spray;
We shall know each other better

When the mists have rolled away.
We shall know as we are known,
Never more to walk alone,
In the dawning of the morning,

When the mists have rolled away.

5. Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the wicked, Nor standeth in the way of sinners,

Nor sitteth in the seat of scoffers:

But his delight is in the law of Jehovah;

And on his law doth he meditate day and night.

And he shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water,

That bringeth forth its fruit in its season,

Whose leaf also doth not wither;

And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

The wicked are not so,

But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
Therefore the wicked shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
For Jehovah knoweth the way of the righteous;
But the way of the wicked shall perish.
"First Psalm."

6. When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

THE BIBLE.

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girdled up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,

That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

As an unperfect actor on the stage,

Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart;
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say

The perfect ceremony of love's rite,

And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burthen of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence

And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,

More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

"Sonnets."

SHAKESPEARE.

TRANSITION

The abrupt changes and quick contrasts made in the modulations of the voice are called transitions. The ability to make these changes promptly and gracefully is an important element in good reading.

1. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flow;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.

When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
The line, too, labors, and the words move slow;
Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain,
Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main.
"Essay on Criticism."

POPE.

2. O, how our organ can speak with its many and wonderful

voices!

Play on the soft lute of love, blow the loud trumpet of war, Sing with the high sesquialter, or, drawing its full diapason, Shake all the air with the grand storm of its pedals and stops. STORY.

3. Ever, as on they bore, more loud,
And louder rang the pibroch proud.
At first the sound, by distance tame,
Mellowed, along the waters came;
And lingering long by cape and bay,
Wailed every harsher note away;
When bursting bolder on the ear,

The clan's shrill gathering they could hear,-
Those thrilling sounds, that call the might
Of old Clan-Alpine to the fight.

4. How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet, now dying all away,
Now pealing loud again and louder still,
Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on.

COWPER.

5. When you are enacting a part, think of your voice as a color, and, as you paint your picture (the character you are painting, the scene you are portraying), mix your colors. You have on your palate a white voice, la voix blanche; a heavenly, ethereal or blue voice, the voice of prayer; a disagreeable, jealous, or yellow voice; a steel-gray voice, for quiet sarcasm; a brown voice of hopelessness; a lurid, red voice of hot rage; a deep, thunderous voice of black; a cheery voice, the color of the green sea, that a brisk breeze is crisping; and then there's a pretty little pink voice and shades of violet-but the subject is endless.

MANSFIELD.

CLIMAX

Climax is the artistic building up of a dramatic effect by means of increased force and intensity.

1. We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves at the foot of the throne. PATRICK HENRY.

2. I not only did not say this, but did not even write it; I not only did not write it, but took no part in the embassy; I not only took no part in the embassy, but used no persuasion with the Thebans.

"On the Crown."

DEMOSTHENES.

3. It is coming fast upon you; already it is near at hand-yet a few short weeks, and we may be in the midst of those unspeakable miseries the recollection of which now rends your souls asunder. LORD BROUGHAM.

4. They must be repealed. You will repeal them. I pledge myself for it that you will in the end repeal them: I stake my reputation on it. I will consent to be taken for an idiot if they are not finally repealed. CHATHAM.

5. Ay, is it so?

Then wakes the power which in the age of iron
Bursts forth to curb the great, and raise the low.
Mark, where she stand: around her form I draw
The awful circle of our solemn Church!

Set but a foot within that holy ground,

And on thy head-yea, tho it wore a crown-
I launch the curse of Rome!

"Richelieu."

EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON.