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“Who can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the bottles of heaven? Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span,
comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales and the hills in a balance ?”
“ As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form,
Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
The thoughts that arise in me.
Oh, well for the fisherman's boy
That he shouts with his sister at play!
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill ;
And the sound of a voice that is still !
Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea !
“'Tis midnight's holy hour: and silence now
“Silence how dead, and darkness how profound!
The glooms of night brood o'er a slumb’ring world.” “Night gathers slowly around me—the long night of darkness and death. Within mine eye the light of life is fading, as the day is slowly melting from the darkening sky.”
“Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
But we left him alone with his glory.”
“ The boast of heraldry, the pomp
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.”
Inflection in voice indicates each passing thought.
The Rising Inflection is the rare exception, and excites
doubt and incredulity. It also defers to the hearer.
None could run so fast as he could ;
“It is vastly easy for you, Mistress Dial, who have always, as everybody knows, set yourself up above me,—it is vastly easy for you, ,
say, to accuse other people of laziness.”
Hamlet. Look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within these two hours.
Ophelia. Nay, 't is twice two months, my lord.
Hamlet. So long? Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. Oh, heavens ! die two months ago, and not forgotten yet?
Look upon my boy? What mean you ?
“ You come to teach the people ?”
“Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail ? Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion? Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons ?”
“ Hear him, my lord; he's wondrous condescending!
Mark the humility of shepherd Norval !”
• Indeed! he is your friend, is he?
“We !—what page in the last court grammar made you a plural ?”
“ All this? Ay, more. Fret till your proud heart break:
The Falling Inflection is the rule, and carries conviction
• One more unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Gone to her death.”
O that this too, too solid flesh would melt,
“When in the silent night all earth lies hushed
In slumber; when the glorious stars shine out,
uncircumscribed and limitless,-
then the undebasèd soul Can calmly give itself to sleep,—to rest ?”
“Hush ! lightly tread! still tranquilly she sleeps ; I've watched, suspending e'en my breath, in fear To break the heavenly spell. Move silently.”
“Go stand upon the heights at Niagara, and listen in awe-struck silence to that boldest, most earnest and eloquent, of all Nature's orators! And what is Niagara, with its plunging waters and its mighty roar, but the oracle of God, the whisper of His voice who is revealed in the Bible as sitting above the water-floods forever?”
“ The drums are all muffled; the bugles are still ;
There's a pause in the valley, a halt on the hill ;
Where the sheaves of the dead bar the way:
And stern Death holds his harvest to-day.”
“ The curfew tolls the knell of parting day;
The lowing herds wind slowly o’er the lea;
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.'
“ Forever and forever, all in a blessed home, And there to wait a little while, till
and Effie come, To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast; And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest.”
- Tennyson : "May Queen."
Monotone occurs in those parts of a subject where several
words follow each other without requiring any variation of tone. It should be read or spoken with unvarying sameness. Very low pitch and slow time.
As autumn's dark storms pour from two echoing hills. so toward each other approached the heroes. Steel clanging sounded on steel. Helmets are cleft on high ; blood bursts and smokes around. As the troubled noise of the ocean when roll the waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven,—such is the noise of battle.