Give the first "howl" in as low pitch as possible, the second, a little higher (both with very strong emphasis). Any interjection expressing greater feeling should rise in pitch. The rest of the line should be lower in pitch. Give the second line with great fervor, the third, fourth and fifth lines with pathos, in a softer tone. Rise in pitch with the last two lines. End the second line with the perfect close; give the last two with the rising slide, expressing pathos.

For there shall come a mightier blast;

There shall be a darker day;

And the stars, from heaven down cast,
Like red leaves be swept away!
Kyrie, Eleyson!

Christe, Eleyson!

Give the first four lines with great force. Make the second line lower, the third higher, and the fourth again lower in pitch. Rise in pitch with the fifth, and still higher with the sixth line. End the second line with the partial, the fourth line with the perfect, close. Give the last two lines with the rising slide, and in a pleading tone. The wind takes the words up like an organ. They are a prayer also, and express the natural voice of humanity.

"Kyrie, Eleyson," Lord, have mercy! "Christe, Eleyson," Christ, have mercy. Pronounce, Kērēā Elison, Christā Elison.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST.

BY JOHN DRYDEN.

'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son.

Aloft, in awful state,

The godlike hero sat

On his imperial throne.

His valiant peers were placed around,

Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound;

So should desert in arms be crowned.

The lovely Thais, by his side,

Sat like a blooming Eastern bride,

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair.

There is a slight emphasis on "royal feast," a stronger one on "Persia," in the first line. Begin to go straight down from "Aloft" in the third, to "throne" in the fifth line. Partial close comes on "throne," because this sentence really forms with the next a loose sentence. Partial close a'so on "bound" in the seventh, on "bride" (because of the strong emphasis) in the tenth, and on "brave" (strongly emphasized) in the thirteenth line. In the eleventh line, “pride” is slightly emphasized. Give the last four lines in a tone of exultation. In the twelfth line, rise in pitch with the second "happy," descend with the third. In the next two lines, rise; in the last, descend in pitch.

Timotheus, placed on high

Amid the tuneful choir,

With flying fingers touched the lyre.

The trembling notes ascend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.

The song began from Jove,

Who left his blissful seats above;
Such is the power of mighty love.
A dragon's fiery form belied the god;
Sublime on radiant spheres he rode,

When he to fair Olympia pressed,

And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world.

The listening crowd admire the lofty sound;

A present deity! they shout around;

A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravished ears

The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

Who was, is understood before "placed on high" in the first line. The bend on "Timotheus" in the first should be deferred to "choir" (end of the relative clause) in the second line. There is a strong

emphasis on "Jove" in the sixth and on "love" in the eighth line, stress on "Such," slight emphasis on "dragon," strong emphasis on “belied” in the ninth line, and on "A present deity" in the fourteenth and fifteenth lines. The first "A present deity" is loud, the second is softer, like an echo. "They shout around," in the fourteenth line, is merely a circumstance. There is a slight emphasis on "roofs" in the fifteenth, and on "god" in the eighteenth line.

The praise of Bacchus, then, the sweet musician sung,
Of Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

The jolly god in triumph comes !
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums.
Flushed with a purple grace,

He shows his honest face.

Now, give the hautboys breath, he comes! he comes!

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain.

Bacchus' blessings are a treasure;

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

"Then" in the first line is merely a circumstance. In the seventh line, give the first "Comes" in higher, and the second in still higher pitch. There should be a short pause after "sweet" and after "is" in the last line; give the line in a soft tone.

Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain,

Fought all his battles o'er again;

And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.

The master saw the madness rise,

Ilis glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;

And while he heaven and earth defied,

Changed his hand, and checked his pride,
He chose a mournful muse

Soft pity to infuse.

He sang Darius, great and good,

By too severe a fate,

Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood;

Deserted at his utmost need
By those his former bounty fed,
On the bare earth exposed he lies,
With not a friend to close his eyes.

With downcast look the joyless victor sat,
Revolving in his altered soul

The various turns of chance below;

And now and then a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.

The sixth to the ninth lines form really a compact sentence, both the sixth and seventh given with the bend. If a semicolon instead of a comma, is preferred after "pride" in the seventh line, then should be understood before "changed," and both "changed" and "checked" emphasized slightly. Beginning with the tenth line, descend in pitch by grades through the two following lines, the voice growing softer. With the fifth "fallen" rise a little in pitch, and connect it with what follows. Give the eighteenth line in a very soft tone. In the twenty-first line "below" should be a little more strongly emphasized than "chance."

The mighty master smiled, to see
That love was in the next degree!
'Twas but a kindred sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet in Lydian measures,
Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
Honor, but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying.
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, oh! think it worth enjoying!
Lovely Thais sits beside thee;

Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the skies with loud applause;
So love was crowned, but music won the cause.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gazed on the fair

Who caused his care,

And sighed and looked; sighed and looked;
Sighed and looked; and sighed again;

At length with love and wine at once oppressed,

The vanquished victor sunk upon her breast.

"Smiled" in the first line would take the bend if it were not too closely connected with what follows; it is very slightly emphasized. The third line is given with the bend because the related sequel follows. There is strong emphasis on "love" in the second, slight on "love" in the fourth line. From the fifth to the tenth line, vary the pitch. The clauses-"Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying " form a series; defer emphasis to the last. Each of the first three is given with a slight bend. The eleventh and twelfth lines form a compact sentence, then being understood before "Think." In the sixteenth line, defer emphasis from "won to "cause." In the seventeenth, defer the bend from prince" to pain" (end of descriptive clause). If "prince" had been strongly -emphasized, the bend would not have been deferred. In the twentieth and twenty-first lines, give each "sighed and looked" with the bend.

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Now strike the golden lyre again;

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain:
Break his bands of sleep asunder,

And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark! hark! the horrid sound

Hath raised up his head,

As awaked from the dead,
And amazed he stares around.

Revenge! revenge! Timotheus cries;

See the furies arise!

See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand !

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These are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And unburied, remain,

Inglorious on the plain.

Give the vengeance due
To the valiant crew.