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Narrative Pieces.


The following Examples contain Verses, the sound of which is an Echo to the Sense.

Soft and Rough.

Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,
And the smooth stream in smoother number flows:
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent rðar.

Slow Motion.

When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words more slow.

Swift and Easy.

Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn and skims along the main.

Felling Trees.

Loud sounds the axe redoubling strokes on strokes : On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong. Deep echoing groan the thickets brown ; Then rustling, cracking, cracking, thunder down.

Sound of a Bow String.

-The string let fly,

Twanged short and sharp, like the shrill swallows cry.

Scylla and Charybdis.

Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms,
And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms.
When the tile rushes from her rumbling caves,
The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves.

Boisterous and Gentle Sounds.

Two craggy rocks projecting to the main,
The roaring winds tempestuous rage restrain
Within, the waves in softer murmurs glide,
And ships secure without their haulsers ride.

Laborious and Impetuous Motion.

With many a weary step and many a groan,
Up the high hill, he heaves a huge round stone;
The huge round stone resulting, with a bound,
Thunders impetuous down and smokes along the


Regular and Slow Movement,

First march the heavy mules securely slow ;
O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go..

Slow and Difficult Motion.

A needless Alexandrine ends the song;

That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length


A Rock torn from the Brow of a Mountain.

Still gathering force, it smokes, and urg'd amain, Whirls, leaps, and thunders down, impetuous to the


Extent and Violence of the waves.

The waves behind impel the waves before,
Wide rolling, foaming high, and tumbling to the


Pensive Numbers.

In those deep solitudes and awful cells,
Where heavenly-pensive Contemplation dwells,
And ever-musing melancholy reigns.

The Rage of Battle.

-Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord; and the madding wheels Of brazen fury rag'd.

Sound Imitating Reluctance.

For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd:
Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind.


Othello's Apology.

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her ;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in speech,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak,

More than pertains to feats of broils and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,

In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver,

Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,

What conjuration, and what mighty magic
(For such proceedings I am charg'd withal).
I won his daughter with.-

Her father lov'd me, oft invited nie,
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes,.
That I have past.

I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field;

Of hair-breadth escapes in the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe,

And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And with it, all my travel's history:
Wherein of antres vast, and desarts wild,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch

It was my bent to speak. All these to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline.

But still the house-affairs would draw her hence,
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate;
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not distinctively. I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing


"Twas pitiful 'twas wonderous pitifulShe wish'd she had not heard it

-yet she wish'd. · That Heaven had made her such a man :-she thank'd.


And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. On this hint I spake ;:
She lov'd me for the dangers I had past;
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them..
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd..


Discourse between Adam and Eve retiring to rest.

Now came still evening on, and Twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad.
Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch; these to their nests
Were slunk; all but the wakeful nightingale.
She all night long her amorous descant sung:
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the Moon,.
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.


When Adam thus to Eve: "Fair consort, the hour Of night, and all things now retir'd to rest, Mind us of like repose; since God hath set Labour and rest, as day and night, to men Successive and the timely dew of sleep, Now falling with soft slumberous weight, inclines Our eye-lids. Other creatures all day long Rove idle unemploy'd, and less need rest : Man hath his daily work of body and mind Appointed, which declares his dignity,

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