Within the sweep of yon encircling wall, Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd! If when the shows had left the dreamers' eyes How thick with apparitions were that void! 11. May one be pardoned, and retain the offense? 12. Thou sure and firm-set earth! Hear not my steps, which way they walk; for fear And take the present horror from the time, 13. Ye eldest gods! Who in no statues of exactest form Are palpable; who shun the azure heights § 61. (For now I feel you nigh,) I dedicate My country asks, harden my soul to shed it! Exercises in Middle Pitch. (See § 42.) A pure and unaspirated quality of voice is generally appropriate in these exercises in middle pitch; but Macbeth's speech (7) is an exception. 1. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Sit, Jessica! Look, how the floor of heaven Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it. 2. Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station, For loan oft loses both itself and friend, 3. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, — when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, - I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together. 4. What'! will a man play tricks', will he indulge 5. How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine The desert-circle spreads Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. 6. My heart leaps up when I behold So was it when my life began ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! 7. The child is father of the man, Macbeth. What man dare, I dare: The baby of a girl. Hence, horrible shadow! § 62. Exercises in High Pitch. (See § 43.) ... 1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen! A thousand hearts are great within my bosom : 2. A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse! 3. And I will stand the hazard of the die. Coriolanus. Hear'st thou, Mars? Aufidius. Name not the god, thou boy of tears! Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too... great for what contains it. Boy! O, slave! (Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time that ever I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this... cur the lie!) Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads, Stain all your edges on me. 66 Boy?" False hound! If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, 66 4. Not speak of Mortimer! Boy!" Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul. Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, - I WILL; that's flat. As high in the air as this unthankful king; And in his ear I'll HOLLA Mortimer! Nay, I'll have a starling, shall be taught to speak MORTIMER,... and give it him, To keep his anger still in motion. 5. Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight The great doom's image! Malcolm! Banquo! As from your graves rise up, and walk like sprights, To countenance this horror! 6. Now what wait we? For Alfred's word to move upon the foe? |