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And away, like a spírit
, wreathed in light, Thou húrriest wild and free.
Thou húrriest over the myriad waves,
And thou leavest them all behínd.
Fleet as the tempest wind.
With a shrill and bóding scream,
Quick as a passing dream.
Lord of the boundless realm of air
The dangerous path of fáme.
The Roman legions bóre
Their pride, to the polar shore.
For thée they fought, for thée they féll
And the dying warrior prayed.
The image of pride and power ;
Till the gathered rage of a thousand years
Burst forth in one awful hour.
And then a deluge of wrath it came,
And the nations shook with dread; And it swept the earth till its fields were fláme
And pised with the mingled dead. Kings were rolled in the wasteful flood,
With the low and crouching slave. And together lay, in a shroud of blood,
The coward and the brave.
And where was then thy fearless flight ?
“O'er the dark mysterious sea;
The cradle of Liberty !
For ages I watch'd alóne;
Where the glorious bírd had flówn.
« But then came a bóld and hardy few,
And they breasted the unknown wave; I caught afár the wandering crew,
And I knew they were high and bráve.. I wheel'd around the welcome bark,
As it sought the desolate shore,
And úp to heav'n, like a joyous lárk,
My quívering pínions bóre.
Are a nation wide and strong;
And they worship me in song;
On field, and lake, and sea,
I guide them to victory!"
SPRING.-N. P. Willis.
The spring is here, the délicate-footed Máy,
With its slight fíngers full of leaves and flowers; And with it comes a thirst to be away,
Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours ;
To find refreshment in the silent woods ;
Like a cool sleep upon the pulses broods ; Yét
, even there, a restless thought will steal, To teach the indolent heart it stíll must feel.
Strange that the audible stíllness of the noon,
The waters tripping with their sílver feet,
And the light whisper as their edges meet,-
Save in forgetting the immortal dream;
That through the cloud-rifts radiantly stream;
THE CLIME OF THE EAST.-BYRON.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clíme, Where the rage of the vulture, the lóve of the turtle Now melt into sorrow, now
madden to crime? Know the land of the cedar and víne Where the flowers ever blossom, the leaves ever shine ; Where the light wings of zephyr, oppréss'd with perfume, Wax faint o'er the gardens of Gul* in her bloom; Where the cítron and Ólive are fáirest of fruit,
* Gul, the Rose.
And the voice of the nightingale never is mute;
, save the spirit of man, is divine ?
, —'tis the land of the sun !
as his children have done?
The exercise in Intonation serves also for an exercise in Blank Verse ; and the next Exercise contains some other varieties of metrical arrangement.
3. EXERCISE IN EXPRESSION.
I have chosen the following well-known and beautiful ode, as the vehicle of instruction, and as a particular Exercise in Expression, although quite familiar to the reader, as a composition,--because it affords great scope for transition of pitch, variation of force, and change of time, in accordance with the varied action and quality of the personification of each individual passion. It is in these transitions and variations that the main beauty of the ode lies; and on the marking of them distinctly, depends the effect in delivery.
The ode is also a good practice in rhythmical reading, from the variety as well as polish of the versification.