Hurrah! hurrah! it shakes the wave,
It thunders on the shore, -

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand,
One nation evermore!

2.

Oh! I have passed a miserable night.

3.

An hour passed on the Turk awoke;
That bright dream was his last;

He woke to hear his sentries shriek,

"To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!"
He woke to die 'midst flame, and smoke,

Strike for the green graves of your sires;

God, and your native land!

4.

I really believe some people save their bright thoughts as being too precious for conversation. What do you think an admiring friend said the other day to one that was talking good thingsgood enough to print? "Why," said he, "you are wasting mer chantable literature, a cash article, at the rate, as nearly as I can tell, of fifty dollars an hour." The talker took him to the window, and asked him to look out and tell him what he saw.

"Nothing but a very dusty street," he said, "and a man driving a sprinkling machine through it."

Why don't you tell the man he is wasting that water? What would be the state of the highways of life, if we did not drive our thought-sprinklers through them with the valves open, sometimes?'

5.

Oh, when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger:

Stiffen the sinew

summon up the blood
Disguise fair nature with hard favored rage;
Then lend to the eye a terrible aspect;
Aye, set the teeth and stretch the nostrils wide.
Hold hard the breath, and bend up every spirit
To its full height! On, on, you noble English,
Whose blood is set from fathers of war proof;
Cry, Heaven for Harry, England and St. George!

6.

There's a new foot on the floor, my friend,
And a new face at the door, my friend,
A new face at the door.

7.

As the dying man murmurs, the thunders swell.

IV. TIME.

1. MOVEMENT OR MEASURE OF SPEECH.

1. Moderate. The rate of unimpassioned language, used with pure quality:

1.

It is a strange thing how little in general people know about the sky. It is the part of creation in which Nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man, more for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him and teaching him, than in any other of her works and it is just the part in which we least attend to her.

2.

It was the time when lilies blow,

And clouds are highest up in air,
Lord Ronald brought a lily white doe,
To give his cousin, Lady Clare.

Ruskin.

2. Quick. The movement of joy, humor, etc.:

3. Rapid. Used in expressing haste, fear, etc.:

Longfellow

Hurrah! the foes are moving. Hark to the mingled din,
Of fife, and steed, and trump, and drum, and roaring culverin.
The fiery duke is pricking fast across Saint Andre's plain,
With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France,
Charge for the golden lilies upon them with the lance!

A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest,
A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest,
And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star,
Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.

Macaulay.

4. Slow. Used in the language of grandeur, sublimity adoration, etc.:

And thou, O, silent mountain, sole and bare,

O, blacker than the darkness, all the night,

And visited all night by troops of stars,

Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink, –
Companion of the morning star at dawn,
Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn
Co-herald wake, oh! wake, and utter praise!
Ye ice-falls! ye that from your dizzy heights
Adown enormous ravines steeply slope, -
Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty noise,
And stopped at once amidst their maddest plunge!
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven,
Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun

Clothe you with rainbows? Who with lovely flowers
Of living blue spread garlands at your feet?-
God! God! the torrents like a shout of nations
Utter: the ice-plain bursts, and answers, God!

Coleridge.

5. Very slow. The deepest emotion of horror, awe, gloom,

etc.:

I had a dream which was not all a dream,

The bright sun was extinguished; and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless and pathless; and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Morn came, and went, and came, and brought no day.

Byron.

Examples for determining Quality, Force, Stress, Time and names of authors:

1.

I'll tell ye what!

I'll fly a few times around the lot,

To see how 't seems, then soon's I've got
The hang o' the thing, ez likely 's not,
I'll astonish the nation,

An' all creation,

By flyin' over the celebration!

Over their heads I'll sail like an eagle;

I'll balance myself on my wings like a sea-gull;

I'll dance on the chimbleys; I'll stand on the steeple;
I'll flop up to winders an' scare the people!

I'll light on the liberty-pole, an' crow;

An' I'll say to the gawpin' fools below,
"What world's this 'ere

That I've come near?'

Fur I'll make 'em b'lieve I'm a chap f'm the moon;
An' I'll try a race 'ith their ol' balloon!"

2.

Alas, what need you be so boisterous-rough?

I will not struggle, I will stand stone-still.

For Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound;
Nay, hear me, Hubert, drive these men away
And I will sit as quiet as a lamb;

I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word,
Nor look upon the iron angerly :

Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you
Whatever torment you do put me to.

3.

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere-
As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried, "It was surely October,

On this very night of last year,

That I journeyed- I journeyed down here —
That I brought a dread burden down here,—
On this night of all nights in the year,
Ah, what demon hath tempted me here?
Well I know now this dim lake of Auber –
This misty mid region of Weir,—
Well I know now this dark tarn of Auber,
This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."

4.

Ye're there, but yet I see you not!-forth draw each trusty sword,

And let me hear your faithful steel clash once around my board! I hear it faintly!-louder yet! What clogs my heavy breath? Up, all!-and shout for Rudiger, "Defiance unto death!"

5.

Arm! arm it is—it is the cannon's opening roar!
Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness.

6.

And all I remember is friends flocking round,

As I sate with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground;
And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine,

As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine,
Which (the burgesses voted by common consent)

Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.