« EdellinenJatka »
To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd;
O “ Art thou that traitor Angel? art thou he, 10 Who first broke peace in Heav'n and faith, till then
Unbroken, and in proud rebellious arms
And they, outcast from God, are here condemn’d 15 To waste eternal days in wo and pain?
And reckon’st thou thyself with spi'rits of Heav'n,
Thy king and lord? Back to thy punishment, 20 False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
EXERCISE 20, The Exercises of the foregoing head were designed to accustom the voice to exertion on the extreme notes of its compass, high and low. The following Exercises under this head are intended to accustom the voice to those sudden transitions which sentiment often requires, not only as to pitch, but also as to quantity.
The Power of Eloquence.
That shook Cecropia's pillar'd state?
ye the mighty from their graves
And bid the raging tumult cease?
Hush the noise, and soothe to peace! 2 Lo! from the regions of the North,
The reddening storm of battle pours;
Fastens on the Olynthian towers. The two preceding are good examples of the intensive, in distinction from the common slide.
“Where rests the sword?—where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save
From the fury of the blast; Burst the storm on Phocis' walls; Rise! or Greece forever falls.
Up! or freedom breathes her last!" 4 (.) The jarring States, obsequious now,
View the Patriot's hand on high; Thunder gathering on his brow,
Lightning flashing from his eye! 5 Borne by the tide of words along, One voice, one mind, inspire the throng:
(9) “ To arms! to arms! to arms!” they cry,
Grasp the shield and draw the sword, Lead us to Philippi's lord,
Let us conquer him—or die!") 6 - Ah Eloquence! thou wast undone;
Wast from thy native country driven, When Tyranny eclips'd the sun,
And blotted out the stars of heaven.
7 When Liberty from Greece withdrew,
To where the Tiber pours
Again thy fires began to burn!
The Conscript Fathers to thy charms; Rous’d the world-bestriding giant,
Sinking fast in Slavery's arms! 9 I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,
Giving vast conceptions birth: Hårk! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and round
Shake the pillars of the earth! 10 First-born of Liberty divine!
Put on Religion's bright array;
Speak! and the starless grave shall shine
The portal of eternal day! 11 Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme!
Unfold the garments roll'd in blood! O touch the soul, touch all her chords, With all the omnipotence of words,
And point the way to heaven—to God.
EXERCISE 21. Hohenlinden.... Description of a Battle with Firearms. 1 (.) On Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow,
Of Iser rolling rapidly.
When the drūm bēat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.
Each warrior drew his battle blade,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
Far flàshed the red artillery.
5 And redder yèt those fires shall glow,
On Linden's hills of blood-stained snow;
Of Iser rolling rapidly.
Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun,
Shout in their sulph'rous canopy.
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
And charge with all thy chivalry!
Thé snow shall be their winding sheet,
every turf beneath their feet
Battle of Waterloo.
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: () On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet(o) But, hark!—That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat. And ņearer, clearer, deadlier than before!
(°°) Arm! drm! it is—it is the cannon's opening roar! 3 -) Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise ? 4) And there was mounting, in hot haste; the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
the beat of the alarming drum Roused
up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb Or whispering with white lips——" The foe! They come!
They come!" 5 (-) And Ardennes* waves above them her green leaves,
Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass,
And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low 6 Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay,
Afric's coast I left forlorn;
O’er the raging billows borne.
Paid my price in paltry gold;
Minds are never to be sold.
What are England's rights, I ask,
Me to torture, me to task?
* Pronounced in two syllables.