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But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair,-
What was thy delightful measure?
Still it whispered promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail;
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale,
She called on Echo still, through all the song ;
And when her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft, responsive voice was heard at every close ;
And Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her golden hair.

- William C. Bryant.

She came in all her beauty, like the moon from the cloud in in the east. Loveliness was around her, as light. Her steps were like the music of songs.—Ossian.

A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew ;
And it opened its fanlike leaves to the light,
And closed them beneath the kisses of night.


Oh! be some other name !
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title.—Shakespeare.

Come, gentle night! come, loving, black-browed night!
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.-Shakespeare.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.-Byron.


Movement refers to time, and is quick, moderate, and slow.

Quick Movement.

Quick Movement expresses joy, with confusion, violent

anger, and sudden fear.


Away! away! our fires stream bright

Along the frozen river,
And their arrowy sparkles of brilliant light

On the forest branches quiver.Bryant.

“ Pull, pull in your lassoes, and bridle to steed,
And speed, if ever for life you

would speed,
And ride for your lives, for your


you must ride;
For the plain is aflame, the prairie on fire,
And feet of wild horses hard flying before,
I hear like a sea breaking high on the shore;
While the buffalo come like the

Driven far by the flame, driving fast on us three,
As a hurricane comes, crushing palms in his ire.”

of the sea,

A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying fearless and feet;
That was all ! - Longfellow.

“I come! I come! ye have called me long!

I come o'er the mountains with light and song!
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves opening as I pass.

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“ From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain,

They are sweeping on to the silvery main,
They are flashing down from the mountain brows,
They are flinging spray o'er the forest boughs,
They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
And the earth resounds with the joy of waves !

“Then fancy her magical pinions spread wide,

And bade the young dreamer in ecstasy rise ;
Now, far, far behind him the green waters glide,

And the cot of his forefathers blesses his eyes.

“ The Jessamine clambers in flower o'er the tħatch,

And the swallow sings sweet from her nest in the wall; All trembling with transport, he raises the latch,

And the voices of loved ones reply to his call.”

“Every one is doubtful what course to take,-every one but Cæsar! He causes the banner to be erected, the charge to be sounded, the soldiers at a distance to be recalled, -all in a moment. He runs from place to place; his whole frame is in action; his words, his looks, his motions, his gestures, exhort his men to remember their former valor. He draws them up, and causes the signal to be given,—all in a moment. He seizes a buckler from one of his private men, puts himself at the head of his broken troops, darts into the thick of the battle, rescues his legions, and overthrows the


“ You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,

To-morrow 'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year;
Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day,
For I’m to be Queen of the May, mother, I’m to be Queen of

the May.

" I sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake, If

you do not call me loud when the day begins to break : But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'

the May.”

“ If ever you saw an old hoss spring upwards into a new,
If ever you saw a driver whose traps behind him flew,
’T was that old hoss a rompin' and racin' along the track,
And that respectable milkman a tryin' to hold him back.

"Away he rushed like a cyclone at the head of No. 3,
Gained the lead and kept it, and steered the journey free,
Dodgin' the wheels and hosses, and still on the keenest silk,
And furnishing all that deestrict with good respectable milk.”

Moderate Movement.

Moderate time is used in cheerfulness and the gentle forms

of the emotion.


Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

-As You Like It.

This was the noblest Roman of them all ;-
His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man.

-Julius Caesar.

“Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come;
And let my liver rather heat with wine
Then my heart cool with mortifying groans.
Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
Sit like his grandsire, cut in alabaster ?
Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice
By being peevish ?”

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“That strain again! it had a dying fall!
Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odor.”

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast, Full of sad experience moving toward the stillness of his rest.

Not in vain the distance beckons. Forward, forward let us range; Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change.

Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day:
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

Mother-age (for mine I knew not), help me as when life begun,-
Rift the hills and roll the waters, flash the lightnings, weigh the sun:

Oh, I see the crescent promise of my spirit hath not set;
Ancient founts of inspiration well through all my fancy yet.

Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall!
Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall.


“ The scene had also its minstrels; the birds, those ministers and worshippers of Nature, were on the wing, filling the air with melody; while, like diligent little housewives, they ransacked the forest and field for materials for their housekeeping.”

“Across in my neighbor's window, with its drapings of satin and lace,
I see, 'neath its flowing ringlets, a baby's innocent face.
His feet, in crimson slippers, are tapping the polished glass;
And the crowd in the street look upward, and nod and smile as they


Slow Movement.

Slow time is used to express vastness, solemnity, horror,

and consternation.

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