4. Brutus. How ill this taper burns!-Ha! who comes here? I think, it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. (Ghost approaches.) It comes upon me:-Art thou anything? "Julius Cæsar." SHAKESPEARE. PECTORAL 1. Oh, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Tho 't were to buy a world of happy days, So full of dismal terror was the time. "Richard III." SHAKESPEARE. 2. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou spirit of health or goblin damn'd. Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee! I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father; royal Dane, Oh, answer me! "Hamlet." SHAKESPEARE. 3. And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore. "The Raven." POE. 4. Ghost. I am thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul. "Hamlet." SHAKESPEARE. GUTTURAL 1. But you, wretch! you could creep through the world unaffected by its various disgraces, its ineffable miseries, its constantly accumulating masses of crime and sorrow; you could live and enjoy yourself while the noble-minded were betrayed,-while nameless and birthless villains trod on the neck of the brave and long-descended:-you could enjoy yourself, like a butcher's dog in the shambles, battening on garbage, while the slaughter of the brave went on around you! This enjoyment you shall not live to partake of: you shall die, base dog!-and that before yon cloud has passed over the sun! SCOTT. 2. But now my sword's my own! Smile on, my lords! I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes, Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities. "Catiline's Defiance." GEORGE CROLY. 3. Gloster. Stay you that bear the corse and set it down. Gloster. Villains, set down the corse; or by Saint Paul, I'll make a corse of him that disobeys! Gentleman. My lord, stand back and let the coffin pass. Or, by Saint Paul, I'll strike thee to my foot, SHAKESPEARE. 4. I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak: I'll have no more speaking. I will have my bond. "Merchant of Venice." SHAKESPEARE. 5. Antony. Villains! you did not threat, when your vile daggers Hacked one another in the sides of Cæsar! You showed your teeth like apes, and fawned like hounds, And bowed like bondmen, kissing Cæsar's feet; Whilst damned Casca, like a cur, behind, Struck Cæsar on the neck.-Oh! flatterers! "Julius Cæsar." SHAKESPEARE. FALSETTO 1. There was silence for a little while; then an old man replied in a thin, trembling voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why he's been dead and gone these eighteen years." "Rip Van Winkle.” WASHINGTON IRVING. 2. Yes, it is worth talking of: But that's how you always try to put me down. You fly into try to speak, you won't hear me. a rage, and then, if I only That's how you men always will have the talk to yourselves: a poor woman isn't allowed to get a word in. "The Caudle Lectures." DOUGLAS JERROLD. 3. "No," said the wife; "the barn is high, How will my living be secured? 1. "Jo, my poor fellow!" ORAL "I hear you, sir, in the dark, but I'm a gropin'-a gropin'; let me catch hold of your hand." "Jo, can you say what I say?" "I'll say anything as you say, sir, for I knows it's good." "OUR FATHER." "Our Father. That's very good, sir." "WHICH ART IN HEAVEN." "Art in Heaven.-Is the light a comin', sir?" "It is close at hand. HALLOWED BE THY NAME." "Hallowed be-thy-name." DICKENS. WHISPER 1. Hark! I hear the bugles of the enemy! They are on their march along the bank of the river. We must retreat instantly, or be cut off from our boats. I see the head of their column already rising over the height. Our only safety is in the screen of this hedge. Keep close to it; be silent; and stoop as you run. For the boats! Forward! 2. All heaven and earth are still,-tho not in sleep, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, Of that which is of all Creator and Defence. BYRON. 3. Soldiers! You are now within a few steps of the enemy's outpost. Our scouts report them as slumbering in parties around their watch-fires, and utterly unprepared for our approach. A swift and noiseless advance around that projecting rock, and we are upon them,—we capture them without the possibility of resistance. One disorderly noise or motion may leave us at the mercy of their advanced guard. Let every man keep the strictest silence, under pain of instant death. PITCH Pitch has reference to the key of the voice, and its degrees run through the entire compass. It is divided into Middle, Low, Very Low, High and Very High. MIDDLE 1. The very law which molds a tear, "On a Tear." SAMUEL ROGERS. |