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To whom the goblin full of wrath reply'd; (°) "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
Drew after him the third part of Heav'n's sons, Conjur'd against the High'est, for which both thou And they, outcast rom 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,
Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue
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.
1 HEARD ye those loud contending waves,
And bid the raging tumult cease?
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.
3 () "Where rests the sword?-where sleep the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save
From the fury of the blast;
Up! or freedom breathes her last!"
4 () The jarring States, obsequious now,
5 Borne by the tide of words along,
(0°) "To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry,
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, And o'er the Adriatic flew,
To where the Tiber pours
8 Now, shining forth, thou mad'st compliant
9 I see thee stand by Freedom's fane, Pouring the persuasive strain,
Giving vast conceptions birth: Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound, Shake the Forum round and roundShake the pillars of the earth!
10 First-born of Liberty divine!
Put on Religion's bright array;
Speak! and the starless grave shall shine
11 Rise, kindling with the orient beam; Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme!
Unfold the garments roll'd in blood!
2 But Linden saw anòther sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery.
Hohenlinden....Description of a Battle with Firearms.
1 (6) On Linden, when the sun was low,
3 By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
5 And redder yèt those fires shall glow,
6 'Tis morn,—but scarce yon lurid sun
7 The combat deepens:-(°°) On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave!
8 (-) Ah! few shall part where many meet!
1 There was a sound of revelry by night,
a deep sound strikes like a ris
2 Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind,
(6) But, hark!-That heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat.
nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! (0°) Arm! arm! it is-it is the cannon's opening roar!
3 (-) Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And there was mounting, in hot haste; the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,
And Ardennes* waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,-alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass, Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when the fiery mass
Of living valour, rolling on the foe,
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,
The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife,
The morn, the marshalling in arms, the day,
The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent,
1 (-) Forced from home and all its pleasures,
To increase a stranger's treasures,
O'er the raging billows borne.
Men from England bought and sold me,
2 Still in thought as free as ever,
* Pronounced in two syllables.