3. 4. In his dark, carved oaken chair Hear the tolling of the bells— Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels. Effusive Form. I. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; How sweet the chime of the Sabbath bells! In tones that float upon the air, As soft as song, as pure as prayer. Mabel, little Mabel, with her face against the pane, How often, oh, how often, In the days that had gone by, I had stood on that bridge at midnight My soul to-day Is far away, Sailing the Vesuvian Bay; My winged boat, A bird afloat, Swims round the purple peaks remote. Expulsive Form. I. "Farewell! farewell! base world, farewell!" 2. Now, by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies-upon them with the lance! 3. "Maclaine! you've scourged me like a hound- You should have stabbed me to the heart." 4. Oh, with what pride I used To walk these hills, and look up to my God, And bless him that the land was free! Explosive Form. I. 2. 3. 4. Again to the battle, Achaians! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance! Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree, It has been, and shall yet be, the land the free! The pale, dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the footprints of Mahomet's slaves FIRE! FIRE! it was raging above and below. Quick! quick! brave spirits, to his rescue fly; Strike-till the last armed foe expires, Orotund Form. I. 2. 3. By Nebo's lonely mountain, The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; The way is dark, my child! but leads to light. Lead safely home My child! Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are! Tremulous Form. I. 2. 3. O Christ of the seven wounds, who look'dst through the dark How we common mothers stand desolate, mark, Whose sons, not being Christs, die with eyes turned away, Pity the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door; Oh, give relief! and heaven will bless your store. O, my son Absalom! My son Absalom! Would God I had died for thee. O, My keg is but low, I confess, Gaffer Gray; "The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give-Well-a-day !" SPECIAL MISCELLANEOUS EXERCISES. MELODY, TRANSITION AND HARMONY. FOR CLASS OR PRIVATE PRACTICE. [NOTE OF EXPLANATION.-In the following exercises the symbols used are thus explained: () high pitch, (.) low pitch, (...) high and loud, (f) fast, (sl) slow, (-) monotone, () gradual increase of tone to the mark or to the end of the sentence, (—) gradual decrease of tone. Words printed in italics should be played upon, those printed in SMALL CAPITALS should be given in a deep tone of voice, those printed in CAPITALS should be given with great force]. 3. (sl) 4. (f) The sun hath set in folded clouds, Alas! how ill that bursting STORM When they, the lovely and the lost, Ha ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main. Oh! Mona's waters are blue and bright When the sun shines out like a gay young lover; But Mona's waters are dark as night When the face of heaven is clouded over. 5. 6. 7. But, lo! he is nearing his heart's desire; 8. -) The loud wind dwindled to a whisper low. 9. "Ho! a sail! Ho! a sail!" cried the man at the lea, "Ho! a sail!" and they turned their glad eyes o'er the sea. 66 They see us, they see us, the signal is waved! They bear down upon us, they bear down upon us; Huzza! we are saved!" IO. For weeks the clouds had raked the hills. II. 12. Co', boss! co', boss! co'! co'! co'! Blow, bugle, blow; set the wild echoes flying; 15. Hear the mellow wedding bells, Rejoice, you men of Angiers! ring your bells: King John, your King and England's, doth approach- Must test the soul!" said a soft bell. ** ** 17. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to youtrippingly on the tongue; but, if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spake my lines. 18. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. |