3. Roll, Planets! on your dazzling road, Ye dauntless splendors of the skies! The incense of creation rise. 4. Roll, Comets! and ye million Stars! Ye that through boundless nature roam; your God! LESSON LI. NIGHT AND TRANQUILLITY.-SHELLEY. [See Rule 9, p. 185.] 1. How beautiful this night! The balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in Evening's ear, 2. Were discord to the speaking quietude, That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy, which love had spread To curtain the sleeping world. Yon gentle hills, Robed in a garment of untrodden snow; 3. Yon darksome rocks, whence icicles depend, So stainless, that their white and glittering spires The orb of day, In southern climes, o'er ocean's waveless field, LESSON LII. DAVID AND GOLIATH.— MORE. [Before reading this piece, let the pupil study the character of the speakers, and their language, and tell how it should be read. See I. Sam., chap. xvii., Personation, p. 200, Rules 8, and 12, p. 184, and 193.] Goliath. Where is the mighty man of war who dares What victor king, what gen'ral drenched in blood, Has he to boast? Is his bright armory Thick-set with spears, and swords, and coats of mail, So much a wretch, so out of love with life, I grudge the glory to his parting soul To fall by this right hand. "T will sweeten death, With the dread son of Anak. Latest time From blank oblivion shall retrieve his name, With Gath's triumphant champion. Come, advance, David. Behold thy foe! Gol. I see him not. Dav. Behold him here! Gol. Say, where? Direct my sight. I do not war with boys. Dav. I stand prepared; thy single arm to mine. Gol. Why this mockery, minion? it may chance To cost thee dear. Sport not with things above thee; But tell me who, of all this numerous host, Expects his death from me? Which is the man, Whom Israel sends to meet my bold defiance! Dav. Th' election of my sovereign falls on me. Gol. On thee! on thee! by Dagon, 't is too much! Thou curled minion! thou a nation's champion! 'T would move my mirth at any other time; But trifling's out of tune. Begone, light boy! And tempt me not too far. Dav. I do defy thee, Thou foul idolater! Hast thou not scorned The armies of the living God I serve? By me he will avenge upon thy head Thy nation's sins and thine. Armed with his name That ever bathed his hostile spear in blood. Gol. Indeed! 't is wondrous well! Now, by my gods, The stripling plays the orator! Vain boy! Keep close to that same bloodless war of words, Touch softly, than provoke the trumpet's rage. Dav. Peace, thou unhallowed railer! Gol. Insulting boy! perhaps thou hast not heard When your weak hosts at Ebenezer pitched Their quick-abandoned tents. Then, when your ark, And yet not tamely, since by me 't was won; When, with this good right-arm, I thinned your ranks, The chosen guardians of this vaunted shrine, Dav. I remember too, Since thou provok'st th' unwelcome truth, how all To Israel's help, and all her smitten nobles Gol. By Ashdod's fane, thou li'st Now will I meet thee, Thou insect warrior! since thou darest me thus: Already I behold thy mangled limbs, Dissevered each from each, ere long to feed Dav. No. True courage is not moved by breath of words; |