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And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying;
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying!
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
O love, they die in yon rich sky;
They faint on hill, or field, or river:
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying!
Clime of the unforgotten brave!
These waters blue that round you lave,
Arise, and make again your own;
Yet, Freedom! yet, thy banner, torn, but flying,
So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth!
13. FROM THE ODE TO IMMORTALITY. Wordsworth.
High and exultant Orotund, quick Time, with Transition to moderate Time and Force.
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
And let the young lambs bound
We in thought will join your throng,
Ye that pipe and ye that play,
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Which having been must ever be ;
In the faith that looks through death;
Orotund, rising at the close to the high pitch of exultant joy.
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Shout round me, let me hear thy shout, thou happy shepherd-boy!
14. PORTIA'S APPEAL TO SHYLOCK.
Purest Quality of subdued Orotund. - Middle Pitch. Intonations soft, tender, emotional, reverential. This passage is regarded by actors and elocutionists as one of the best in the language for testing the taste, feeling, and elocutionary skill of a reader.
The quality of mercy is not STRAINED ;
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings:
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
Lively and Joyous.
15. WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA. -Tennyson.
Pure Orotund Quality. — Middle and High Pitch.
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers!
16. THE FIRST WARM DAY OF SPRING. · Horace Smith.
Cry Holiday! Holiday! let us be gay,
And share in the rapture of heaven and earth;
To welcome the Spring on the day of her birth;
Loud carols each rill as it leaps in its bed;
The wind brings us music and balm from the south,
The tidings of joy with her many-tongued mouth;
17. SOUND SUITED TO SENSE.
Imitative Modulation. A varied Quality, in 6th line guttural. — Moderate Time, changing to quick.
'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense;
Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
18. LIFE BEYOND THE TOMB..
Orotund Quality. — Middle Pitch. Shall I be left, forgotten in the dust,
When Fate, relenting, lets the flower revive? Shall Nature's voice, to Man alone unjust,
Bid him, though doomed to perish, hope to live? Is it for this fair Virtue oft must strive
With disappointment, penury, and pain? No! Heaven's immortal Spring shall yet arrive, And man's majestic beauty bloom again, Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign.
19. APOSTROPHE TO TIME.· Byron.
O Time! the beautifier of the dead,
And only healer when the heart hath bled, —
My hands, and eyes, and heart, and crave of thee a gift.
Once more upon the waters! yet once more!
And the waves bound beneath me as a steed