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Examples of Courage.

Men at some time are masters of their fates :
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus, and Cæsar: What should be in that Cæsar?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours ?
Oh!
you

and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brutus once, that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome,
As easily as a king.–Shakespeare.

Come one, come all !—this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.-Scott.

A thousand hearts are great within my

bosom.
Advance our standards ! set upon our foes !
Our ancient word of courage, fair Saint George,
Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons !

Upon them! Victory sits on our helms !
Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,
And I will stand the hazard of the die.
I think there be six Richmonds in the field;
Five have I slain to-day, instead of him.-
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse !

-Shakespeare.

Strike till the last armed foe expires !
Strike for

your
altars and

your

fires ! Strike for the green graves of your

sires ! God and your native land !-Halleck.

O that the slave had forty thousand lives !
My great revenge had stomach for them all!

-Shakespeare.

Up! comrades, up in Rokeby's halls
Ne'er be it said our courage falls !-Scott.

"Rouse, ye

Romans ! Rouse, ye slaves !
Have

ye
brave sons

?. Look in the next fierce brawl
To see them die. Have ye fair daughters ? Look
To see them live, torn from your arms, distained,
Dishonored; and, if ye dare to call for justice,
Be answered by the lash.”

“Why, in that elder day, to be a Roman
Was greater than a king! And once again,-
Hear me, ye walls, that echoed to the tread
Of either Brutus! Once again I swear,
The eternal city shall be free!”

"Yet, this is Rome,
That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne
Of beauty ruled the world! Yet we are Romans.”

Macbeth. If we should fail ?
Lady Macbeth.

We fail !
But screw your courage to the sticking point,
And we'll not fail.

Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the West !
Through all the wide border his steed was the best;
And, save his good broadsword, he weapons had none;
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, so dauntless in war,
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

-Scott.

“ The Bruce—the Bruce!” To well known cry
His native rocks and woods reply.
“ The Bruce—the Bruce!” In that dread word
The knell of hundred deaths was heard :
Two hundred yeoman on that morn
The castle left, and none return.
Again that cry, “The Bruce—the Bruce ! ”
No hope or in defence or truce.

And fearful was the din!
Nor sunk the fearful cry

Till not a foeman was there found
Alive, save those who on the ground

Groaned in their agony.
Then long and loud the victor shout
From turret and from tower rang out.
“ The Bruce hath won his father's hall :
Rejoice, brave friends and comrades all.”

-Scott.

ASPIRATE.

The Aspirate is a blending of the Colloquial and whisper.
It gives the whispered utterance of secrecy and fear.
It may be called articulated breath.
Pronounced with a breathing, or full emission of breath.

Examples.

And the bridemaidens whispered, “ 'T were better by far
To have matched our fair cousin with

young
Lochinvar.”

-Scott.

“Deep silence fell on all around:

Through that dense crowd
Was heard no sound of step or word.”

Or whispering “ The foe! They come! they come!”

- Byron.

To bed, to bed ; there's knocking at the gate.
Come, come, come, come, give me your hand!

-Macbeth.

And then we thought on vengeance, and all along our van “ Remember Saint Bartholomew !” was passed from to man.

Macaulay.

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6 Breathe it not aloud : the wild winds must not hear it.”

“ Hush ! hark! Did stealing steps go by ?
Come not faint whispers near

?

“Heard ye the whisper of the breeze,

As soft it murmured by
Amid the shadowy forest trees?

It tells, with meaning sigh,
Of the bowers of bliss on that viewless shore,
Where the weary spirit shall sin no more.”

“ The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low,
And sighed for pity as it answered, 'No.'”

“The loud waves, rolling in perpetual flow,

Stopped for a while, and sighed to answer, 'No.'”

“Hark! I hear the bugles of the enemy! They are on their march along the bank of the river. We must retreat instantly, or be cut off from our boats. I see the head of their column already rising over the height. Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge. Keep close to it: be silent, and stoop as you run. For the boats ! Forward!”

“ Pray you tread softly,—that the blind mole

may

not
Hear a foot-fall: we are now near his cell.

Speak softly!
All's hushed as midnight yet.

See 'st thou here?
This is the mouth o' the cell : no noise! and enter."

ASPIRATED TONES.

Aspirated Tones are strongest emotions intensified.

Examples.

“Oh! horror! horror! horror!—Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive, nor name thee!”

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee :-
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.

-Macbeth.

Angels and ministers of grace, defend us !-
Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd,
Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked, or charitable,
Thou com'st in such a questionable shape,
That I will speak to thee.

-Hamlet.

“Hark! I hear the bugles of the enemy! They are on their march along the bank of the river. We must retreat instantly, or be cut off from our boats. I see the head of their column already rising over the height. Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge. Keep close to it: be silent, and stoop as you run. Fcr the boats ! Forward ! "

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'T is now the very witching time of night,
When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world :—now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.

-Hamlet.

“Confusion now hath made his masterpiece !
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
The life o' the building."

“Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight With a new Gorgon!”

DAGGER SCENE FROM MACBETH.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee:-
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling, as to sight? or art thou but

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