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Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door;
“'T was sae sad,” moaned the crushed, aged mother, each word
dripping o'er with tear, “Sae far he should come for to find us, and then he should perish
sae near ! O Robin,
did wander far from us for mony a day, But when
ye ha' come back sae near us, why could na' ye come a' the way?”—Will Carleton.
6 How dark it is! I cannot seem to see
go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done ; Look on't again I dare not.”
“Rock of ages, cleft for me
Trustingly and tenderly,
grown weak and eyes grown dim-
Like a river in its flow.
Let me hide myself in Thee.”
“She prayed, her withered hand uprearing,-
he never more be warm !'”
Prolongation is used to give the effect of distance, time,
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,
“ Backward, roll backward, O Time, in your flight;
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
The clock strikes twelve ;—the grave opens, and closes, and the old year is buried.—Brooks.
The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
We spend our years like a tale that is told. The days of our years are three score years and ten; and if, by reason of strength, they be four score years, yet is their strength labor and sorrow.
Oh, a wonderful st: am is the river of Time,
As it runs through the realm of tears,
-B. F. Taylor.
Oh, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done
And, friends, dear friends, when it shall be
bier ye come to weep,
The Falsetto Quality is that tone of voice used in weakness,
in childhood, and in old age; also in merriment, in terror, and in remorse.
Out, damned spot! out, I say !-Macbeth.
I beg your pardon: I thought my father was,—or might be,
awkward! I never knew any thing happen so I am very sorry I intruded. If I had n't thought my father was here, I would n't, upon any account, have
-It is very provoking—must look very strange !— Dickens.
Will the New Year come to-night, mamma? I'm tired of waiting so ;
-Cora M. Eager.
And from the crowd beneath, in accents wild,
child ! - George M. Baker.
Yes, it is worth talking of! But that's how you always try to put me down. You fly into a rage, and then if I only try to speak, you won't hear me. That's how you men always will have all the talk to yourselves : a poor woman is n't allowed to get a word in.
“Down in the bright deen meadows,
The pitty daisies' home,
Mamma said I might tum.”
Do, good people, move on ; such a rabble of boys !
“Billy! Where are you, Billy? I say, come home to your best of
mothers. I'm scared when I think of them Cabroleys, they drive so, They'd run over their own sisters and brothers. Or maybe he's stole by some chimney-sweeping wretch to stick in
narrow flues, and what not. Oh! I'd give the whole wide world, if the world was mine, to clap
my two longing eyes on his face, For he's my darlin' of darlin's, and if he do n't soon come back,
you 'll see me drop stone dead on the place.”
“Oh, Ephraim !” said she, the tears rolling down her cheeks, and the smiles coursing up.
“Why, what is it, Arimathea ?” said the astonished Mr. Jones, smartly rubbing his head where it came in contact with the lounge.
“Baby!" she gasped.
“Baby! Oh! oh! oh! Ephraim! Baby has-baby has got-a little toothy. Oh! oh! oh!!”
-Danbury Neuis Man.
“Sit and roast there with your meat; sit and bake there with your
bread You who sat there to see us starve! one shrinking woman said. “Sit on your throne and roast, with your crown upon your head !”
The Staccato Tone is a short, distinct, articulated style,
and is used in harsh sentiment.
Like adder darting from his coil,
Lay on, Macduff !
Blow, wind! Come, wrack !
Not in the legions
And dar'st thou, then,
“ Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!