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3. Once inore: speak clearly, if you speak at all;
Carve every word before you let it fäll;
4. Exert your tàlents and distinguish yourself, and don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hàte a fellow whom pride, or cowardice, or laziness, drives into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come òut as į do, and bàrk.
5. Do not look for wrong and evil
You will find them if you dó;
He will measure back to you.
Look for goodness, look for glàdness,
You will meet them all the while;
To the gláss, you mèet a smile.
It is done!
How the bèlfries rock and rèel!
How the great gùns, peal on peal,
2. The storm is out; the land is ròused;
Where is the coward who sits well hòused ?
Forth in the vàn,
Man by mắn!
3. Hò, trumpets, sound a wàr-note!
Hò, lictors, clear the way!
Along the streets to-day.
IV. Very Loud.
Let the portcùllis fall !
2. Call the watch! call the watch!
“Hò! the starboard watch ahòy!"
3. Forward, the light brigade!
Charge for the gùns !
4. They strike! hurrah! the fort has surrendered !
Shòut! shòut! my warrior boy,
Is the shout.
portant elements of expression. In nothing is a reader's good taste more manifest than in his adaptation of pitch and quality of tone to every different shade of thought and emotion. There can be no expressive reading without such variation. The most musical voice becomes monotonous when continued in one unvarying pitch.
Nothing but an appreciation of the sentiment can be a correct guide to the application of these tones. But the broader distinctions may be indicated as follows:
A high pitch is used in the expression of light and joyous emotions; in pity, tenderness, and sorrow; and in acute pain, grief and fear.
The middle pitch is that of ordinary conversation, and is required in unemotional reading.
The pitch becomes lower in proportion to the gravity or solem. nity of a passage.
I. High Pitch.
Saying, “Now for a frölic! now for a lèap!
2. Iò, they còme, they còme,
Garlands for every shrine,
Bring ròses, pour ye wine!
Swell, swell the Dorian fùte
Through the blue triumphal sky,
The sons of victory!
3. Oh! then, I see Queen Màb hath been with you.
4. On, son of Cimon, bravely òn, and Aristides just! Your names have made the field your own, your foes are
in the dust!
5. Hurrah for the sèa! the all-glorious sèa !
Its might is so wondrous, its spirit so free!
II. Middle Pitch. 1. A blind man would know that one was a gentleman and the other a clown by the tones of their voices.
2. A cobbler at Leyden, who used to attend the public disputations held at the academy, was once asked if he understood Làtin. “NÒ,” replied the mechanic, “but I know who is wrong in the argument." "How?" inquired his friend. "Why, by seeing who is angry first."
3. There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at its flood, leads on to fòrtune;
4. I should say sincèrity, a deep, great, genuine sincèrity, is the first characteristic of all men in any way heròic. Not the sincerity that călls itself sincere; ah! nò, that is a very poor matter indèed; a shallow, bràggart, cònscious sincerity; oftenest self-concèit mainly. The Great Man's sincerity is of the kind he cannot speak of, is not conscious of.
7. Friend, if some actor murder Hamlet's part,
No line supplies the Histrio's want of árt,
6. This is the forest primèval! The murmuring pines and the
hemlock, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the
twilight, Stand like Druids of eld with voices sad and prophètic, Stand like hàrpers hoar, with beards that rest on their
bòsoms. Loud from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced neighboring
òcean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the
III. Low Pitch. 1. “Of old hast Thou laid the foundation of the éarth; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands. They shall pérish, but Thou shalt endure; yea, all of them shall wax old like a gàrment; as a vēsture shalt Thou change them, and they shall be chànged: but Thou art the sàme; and Thy years shall have no end."
2. When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love and pràise.
3. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
4. So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan, that moves