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“A maiden knight — to me is given
Such hope, I know not fear;
That often meet me here.
Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Whose odours haunt my dreams;
This mortal armor that I wear,
SIR GALAHAD.— Tennyson.
“ All my life grows sweet, I know not how to name it; from behind
Comes up a murmur voluble and fleet
But all are turned to gentleness, the wind
As if it were a Dove unused to bring Aught but a loving message; so Earth sends
One only question on it from the track Where I have passed, “Friends, friends ? we part as friends ?'
And all my soul takes up and sendeth back One word for echo and for answer, · Friends.'”
PAX IN NOVISSIMO.- Miss Greenwell.
“ Daughter of Faith, awake, arise, illume
The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb;
PLEASURES OF HOPE.- Campbell.
I cannot go
. And better tience again, and better still,
HYMN ON THE SEASONS.— Thomson.
“ How can I teach your children gentleness,
And mercy to the weak, and reverence
Is still a gleam of God's omnipotence,
The selfsame light, although averted hence,
THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH.— - Longfellow.
EVANGELINE. —- Longfellow. “When the heart goes before, like a lamp, and illumines the path.
way, Many things are made clear, that else lie hidden in darkness.
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ;
heaven!” – Ibid.
“ Take from henceforth, as guides in the paths of existence,
Calmly she gazes around in the turmoil of men; in the desert
humble, Follows so long as she may her friend ; 0 do not reject her, For she cometh from God and she holdeth the keys of the heavens.”
CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER.- Bishop Tegnér.
Dimeter, Trimeter, Tetrameter, Pentameter, and Hexameter, “Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy airy shell,
By slow Meander's margent green,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
That likest thy Narcissus are ?
0, if thou have
Tell me but where,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,
Heptameter. “Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with
might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.”
LOCKSLEY HALL. — Tennyson. “Sit not like a mourner, Brother! by the grave of that dear Past,
Throw the Present! 'tis thy servant only when 'tis overcast, –
ire, Rifts the gloom with golden furrows, with a hundred bursts of
fire, Melts the black and thunderous masses to a sphere of rosy light, Then on edge of glowing heaven smiles in triumph on the night.”
LIFE DRAMA. — Alexander Smith.
“Fear not! hopes no strength could warrant to the feeblest faith
are given; Looking forward strains the eyesight, — looking upward opens heaven."
ON A BAPTISM. – Mrs. Charles.
As before stated, this measure is usually divided, each verse making two of tetrameter.
The chief faults which usually occur in the reading of poetry have been thus classified by Prof. Russell:
Too rapid utterance, by which the effect of the verse is lost to the ear; this general hurry of the voice abridges the pauses, and sacrifices every characteristic beauty of the metre :
A plain and dry articulation, which, though sufficiently distinct for meaning, withholds the appropriate tone of poetry, neglecting to accommodate the voice to emotion and rhythm.
A mouthing and chanting tone, producing the effect of bombast and of mock solemnity. This error consists in carrying prolongation and swell to excess, and causing the style of reading or recitation to be that of extravagance and caricature, rather than of solemn emotion.
A want of true time, appearing in the disproportion of syllables to each other, and to their places, as component parts of metrical feet, -- in the irregular and varying succession of the different parts of a line, as compared with each other, in the want of correctness and symmetry in the pauses, whether as compared with each other, or the average rate of utterance.
A mechanical obserrance of the harmonic pauses, without regard to meaning.
Literal and uniform reading according to the rhythm, without regard to emphasis.
Let it be remembered then, that poetry should be read more slowly than prose, with a moderate prolongation of vowel and liquid sounds, - with a slight degree of musical utterance, — in exact time, as prescribed by the emotion expressed in given passages, and by the nature of the verse. The utterance should indicate the metre, but should never render it prominent.
DESIGNED FOR SINGLE RECITATIONS - NOT FOR READING IN CLASSES.
Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead !
Sit and watch by her side an hour.
She plucked that piece of geranium flower,
Little has yet been changed, I think :
Save two long rays through the hinge's chink.
Perhaps she had scarcely heard my name;
Her life had many a hope and aim,
And now was quiet, now astir,
And the sweet white brow is all of her.
Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope ?
What, your soul was pure and true,
Made you of spirit, fire and dew,
And our paths in the world diverged so wide,
We were fellow-mortals, nought beside ?
No, indeed! for God above
Is great to grant, as mighty to make,
I claim you still, for my own love's sake!
Through worlds I shall traverse, not a few:
Ere the time be come for taking you.
But the time will come, - at last it will,
When, Evelyn Hope, what meant, I shall say,