RULES FOR READING VERSE. 1. An equable and harmonious flow of sound is requisite, to distinguish the regularity of poetic numbers, from the unmeasured periods of prose. But great caution must be used, lest, in humouring the smoothness and melody of verse, monotony, sing-song, or cant, should usurp the room of graceful and harmonious reading. Rather read poetry exactly like prose, though this should, in some instances, seem to lessen its beauty, than be guilty of an error much more offensive. 2. As accent and emphasis are subject to the same laws in poetry as in prose, you must never attempt to humour the rhyme without a judicious attention to the sense; nor must you ever confine yourself to any definite number of notes; for by allowing the greatest force of voice to fall uniformly on certain parts of the line, stanza, or verse, you will often be led unavoidably to accent improper syllables, and clothe with emphasis the most unmeaning words; which will have a much worse effect than any apprehended harshness that could possibly arise from correct reading. 3. Familiar, strong, argumentative subjects, naturally enforce the language in which they are clothed, with the falling inflection which is expressive of activity, force, and precision; but grand, beautiful, and plaintive subjects, slide naturally into the rising inflection; which is expressive of awe, admiration, and melancholy. In all other cases the inflections must be governed by the sense. 4. Besides the common pauses which the sense renders requisite, and the cœsural pause, which should be placed near the middle of every line, there are certain subordinate pauses, or demi-coesuras, which are a copious source of variety and harmony in the reading of verse. One of these precedes, and another follows the cœsural pause. Even when the sense admits of no point, a pause should be made, or the voice suspended, at the end of almost every line in poetry, for a length of time proportioned to its remote or intimate connection with the line that succeeds. 5. When a word admits of different pronunciations, adopt the one which renders the poetry most smooth and harmonious; and when a cadence is necessary at a period of rhyming verse, use the falling inflection, with considerable force, at the cœsura of the penultimate line. Thus, "One science only-will one genius fit, So vast is art-so narrow human wit." EXERCISES ON FORCE. SUBDUED FORCE. There breathed no winds their crest to shake, Scarce the frail aspen seemed to quake, No cymbal clashed, no clarion rang, RAISED FORCE. THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed. And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moor'd their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, Not with the roll of the stirring drum, Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom, Amidst the storm they sung; And the stars heard,-and the sea; And the sounding isles of the dim wood rang, To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white waves' foam, And this was holy ground, The soil where first they trod : They have left unstrained what there they found,- EXERCISES ON TONE. MONOTONE. See Grammar, ver. 115. Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed, Monotone, at the commencement of poetic descriptions, adds greatly to the dignity and grandeur of the objects described. LOW AND SOLEMN. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MORE. Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin confined his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud we bound him; Few and short were the prayers we said, And we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, HIGH AND CHEERFUL. How cheerful along the gay mead, The myrtles that shade the gay bow'rs, The herbage that springs from the sod, Trees, plants, cooling fruits, and sweet flowers, All rise to the praise of my God. Shall man, the great master of all, Forbid it, fair gratitude's call, Forbid it, devotion and love. The Lord who such wonders could raise, My lips should incessantly praise, My soul should delight in my God! EXERCISES ON TIME. SLOW. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day: Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight; Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-trees' shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. SLOWER AND MORE SOLEMN. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, LIVELY. Mylo, forbear to call him blest, That only boasts a large estate : Should all the treasures of the west Meet, and conspire to make him great,- Were I so tall to reach the pole, QUICK. Buttercups and Daisies— Spring up here and there. |