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When to their sports they turn'd. Immediately
patient, but undaunted, where they led him,
heave, pull, draw, or break, he still perform'd,
I have perform’d, as reason was, obeying,
This utter'd, straining all his nerves, he bow'd:
When mountains tremble, those two massy pillars
2. EXERCISE ON RHYTHMICAL READING.
The object of the following exercise is practically to school the ear of the pupil to a just rhythmical pulsation of voice in the reading of verse: for that purpose, the accents are marked as a guide to the pupil for pulsation and remission of voice; he must also fill up the rhythm with proper rests.
When the British warrior-queen,
Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien,
Counsel of her country's gods,
Sage, beneath a spreading oak,
Sat the Druid, hóary chet, Ev'ry búrning word he spoke,
Fúll of rage, and full of grief.
Príncess, if our aged eyes
Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, This because resentment ties
Áll the terrors of our tongues.
“ Rome shall perish! write that word
In the blood that she has spist; Pérish, hopeless and abhorred,
Deep in rúin, as in guilt!
“ Róme, for empire fár renown'd,
Tramples on a thousand states ; Soon her príde shall kiss the ground
Hárk. the Gául is at her gates!
Other Romans shall arise,
TO THE EAGLE.—PERCIVAL.
Bird of the broad and sweeping wing,
Thy home is high in heav'n, Where wide the storms their banners fling,
And the tempest clouds are drivin. Thy throne is on the mountain top;
Thy fields, the boundless aír ; And hóary peaks that proudly prop
The skies, thy dwellings áre.
Thou síttest like a thing of light
Amíd the noon-tide bláze:
It cannot dím thy gaze.
, Like an angel of the dead.
Thou art perch'd aloft on the beetling crag,
And the waves are white below, And on, with a háste that cannot lag,
They rush in an endless flow, Again thou hast plumed thy wing for flight,
To lands beyond the sea;