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wealth, as wish can claim; despite those titles, power, and pelf, the wretch, concentred all in self, living, shall forfeit fair renown, and, doubly dying, shall go down to the vile dust from whence he sprung, unwept, unhonoured, and unsung!

Solemn

narrative

Awe

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Fear

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Terror.

VII.-A CHURCH-YARD SCENE.-Blair.

LOW TONE-SLOW TIME-SOLEMN EXPRESSION.

SEE yonder hallowed fane! the pious work of names once famed; now, dubious, or forgot, and buried mid the wreck of things that were. The wind is up: hark! how it howls: methinks till now I never heard a sound so dreary. Doors creak, and windows clap, and night's foul bird, rooked in the spire, screams loud; the gloomy aisles black plaistered, and hung round with shreds of scutcheons and tattered coats of arms, send back the sound laden with heavier airs, from the low vaults-the mansions of the dead. Roused from their slumbers, in grim array the grisly spectres rise, grin horrible and obstinately sullen, pass and repass, hushed as the foot of night. Again the screech-owl shrieks: ungracious sound! I'll hear no more; it makes one's blood run chill.

Instructing

VIII.-APOLOGY FOR THE PIG.-Southey.

LIVELY AND COLLOQUIAL EXPRESSION-MIDDLE TONE-MODERATE TIME.

Remonstrance. JACOB! I do not love to see thy nose turned up in scornful curve at yonder pig. It would be well, my friend, if we, like him, were perfect in our kind. And why despise the sow-born grunter? He is obstinate," thou answerest; "ugly; and the filthiest beast that banquets upon offal."

1 Dislike and

2 Disgust

Playful argument.

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Now, I pray thee, hear the pig's counsel. Is he obstinate? We must not, Jacob, be deceived by words, by sophist sounds. A democratic beast-he knows that his unmerciful drivers seek their profit and not his. He hath not learned that pigs were made for man, born to be brawned and baconized. Appealing with And for his ugliness-nay, Jacob, look at him; those eyes have taught the lover flattery. Behold his tail, my friend; with curls like that, the wanton

Sarcasm.

mock gravity.

hop marries her stately spouse. And what is beauty but the aptitude of parts harmonious? Give thy fancy scope, and thou wilt find that no imagined change can beautify the beast. All would but mar his pig perfection.

gravity.

The last charge, he lives a dirty life. Here I Sarcastic could shelter him with precedents right reverend and noble; and show, by sanction of authority, that 'tis a very honourable thing to thrive by dirty ways. But let me rest, on better ground, the unanswerable Candour. defence. The pig is a philosopher, who knows no prejudice. Dirt? Jacob, what is dirt? If matter, Humorous why, the delicate dish that tempts the o'ergorged epicure is nothing more. And there, that breeze Triumphant pleads with me, and has won thee to the smile that speaks conviction. O'er yon blossomed field of beans it came and thoughts of bacon rise!

expression.

satisfaction.

Humour.

IX.-CHILDE HAROLD'S SONG.-Byron.

melancholy.

ADIEU, adieu !-my native shore fades o'er the Stern waters blue; the night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, and shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea we follow in his flight: farewell awhile Contempt. to him and thee: my native land-Good night! A few short hours, and he will rise to give the morrow birth; and I shall hail the main and skies—but not Regret. my mother, earth! Deserted is my own good hall, Gloomily. its hearth is desolate; wild weeds are gathering on the wall-my dog howls at the gate.

Come hither, hither, my little page: why dost Kindly. thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billow's

rage, or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear- Encouraging. drop from thine eye; our ship is swift and strong: our fleetest falcon scarce can fly more merrily along. "Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear Grief. not wave nor wind; yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I am sorrowful in mind: for I have from my father Affection. gone, a mother whom I love; and have no friend Sorrow. save these alone, but thee-and One above. My father blessed me fervently, yet did not much com- Grief with plain; but sorely will my mother sigh, till I come back again."

Awe.

Affection.

Enough, enough, my little lad, such tears become Concern.

F

Regret.

Authorita

tively. Keproof.

Manly regret.

Affection.

Indifference.

Sarcasm.

Resignation.

Desolately.

1 Sudden remonstrance.

Contempt.

Bitterly.

Joy.

Desolately.

Contempt.

thine eye: if I thy guiltless bosom had, mine own would not be dry!-Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman, why dost thou look so pale? Or dost thou dread a French foeman, or shiver at the gale?

"Deem'st thou I tremble for my life? Sir Childe, I'm not so weak; but thinking on an absent wife will blanch a faithful cheek. My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall, along the bordering lake; and when they on their father call, what answer shall she make?"

Enough, enough, my yeoman_good, thy grief let none gainsay; but I, that am of lighter mood, will laugh to flee away. For, who would trust the seeming sighs of friend or paramour? fresh feres will dry the bright blue eyes we late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; my greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear. And now I'm in the world alone, upon the wide, wild sea: 'but, why should I for others groan, when none will sigh for me? Perchance my dog will whine in vain, till fed by stranger-hands; but, long ere I come back again, he'd tear me where he stands. With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go athwart the foaming brine; nor care what land thou bear'st me to, so not again to mine! Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves!— and, when you fail my sight, welcome, ye deserts and ye caves! My native land,-Good night!

tive.

Languor.

X.-MIDNIGHT.-Thomson.

LOW TONE-SLOW TIME-SOLEMN EXPRESSION.

Solemn narra As yet 'tis midnight deep. The weary clouds slow meeting, mingle into solid gloom. Now, while the drowsy world lies lost in sleep, let me associate with the serious Night, and Contemplation, her sedate compeer; let me shake off the intrusive cares of day, and lay the meddling senses all aside. Where now, ye lying vanities of life, ye evertempting, ever-cheating train, where are ye now? and what is your amount?-vexation, disappointment, and remorse. Sad, sickening thought! and yet, deluded man,-a scene of crude disjointed visions past, and broken slumbers,-rises still re

Sorrowful reproach.

Regret.

solved, with new-flushed hopes, to run the giddy round.- -Father of light and life! thou Good Earnest prayer supreme! O, teach me what is good; teach meThyself: save me from folly, vanity, and vice; from every low pursuit; and feed my soul with knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure-sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

XI.-CURSE OF KEHAMA.-Southey.

VEHEMENT MANNER-LOUD TONE-QUICK TIME.

triumph.

I CHARM thy life from the weapons of strife, from Indignant stone and from wood, from fire and from flood, from the serpent's tooth, and the beasts of blood; from sickness I charm thee, and time shall not harm thee, but earth, which is mine, its fruits shall deny Malice. thee; and water shall hear me, and know thee and fly thee; and the winds shall not touch thee when Hate. they pass by thee; and the dews shall not wet thee when they fall nigh thee: and thou shalt seek death

to release thee, in vain; thou shalt live in thy pain, Revengeful joy while Kehama shall reign with a fire in thy heart, Exultation. and a fire in thy brain; and sleep shall obey me, Desperate and visit thee-never! and the curse shall be on thee for ever and ever!

malice,

XII.-ON PROCRASTINATION.-Young.

BE wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer: next day, Remonstrance. the fatal precedent will plead; thus on,-till Wisdom is pushed out of life. Procrastination is the thief of Time. Year after year it steals, till all are fled; and, to the mercies of a moment, leaves the vast Awe.

concerns of an eternal scene.

remonstrance.

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears the palm:-That all men are about to live: for ever surprise with on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think, they, one day, shall not drivel; and their pride on this reversion takes up Haughtiness. ready praise; at least their own: their future selves applaud, how excellent that life-they ne'er will lead! Time lodged in their own hands is Folly's vails; that lodged in Fate's, to Wisdom they consign: the thing they can't but purpose, they post- Displeasure,

reproach.

Contempt.

Sneering with pone. 'Tis not in Folly, not to scorn a fool, and scarce in human Wisdom to do more. All promise is-poor dilatory man, and that through every stage. When young, indeed, in full content we sometimes nobly rest, unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, as duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty, chides his infamous delay; pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then-'dies the same.

Serious reflection.

1 Pity.

Serious reflection.

Regret with reproof.

And why? Because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; themselves, when some alarming shock of fate strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread; but their hearts wounded,—like the wounded air,-soon close: where passed the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains, the parted wave no furrow from the keel; so dies in human hearts the thought of death. Even with the tender tear, which Nature sheds o'er those we love, we drop it—in their grave!

Joyous wish.

Defiance.

XIII.-ADDRESS TO INDEPENDENCE.-Smollett.

VEHEMENT EXPRESSION-LOUD VOICE-MODERATE TIME.

THY spirit, Independence, let me share: lord of the lion heart and eagle eye! thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Thou, guardian genius, thou didst teach my youth pomp and her tinsel livery to despise my lips, by thee chastised to early truth, 1 Indignation. ne'er paid that homage 'which the heart denies.

Delight.

Scorn.

Delight.

Boastful indignation.

Contempt.

Disgust.

Contempt.

my

Those sculptured halls feet shall never tread, where varnished Vice and Vanity, combined to dazzle and seduce, their banners spread, and forge vile shackles for the free-born mind: where Insolence his wrinkled front uprears, and all the flowers of spurious fancy blow; and Title his ill-woven chaplet wears-full often wreathed around the miscreant's brow: where ever-dimpling Falsehood, pert and vain, presents her cup of stale profession's froth; and pale Disease, with all his bloated train, torments the sons of gluttony and sloth. In Fortune's car

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