So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, If it be Arthur- Ho! what, ho! Now fall on the foe like a tempest of flame! Strike down the false banner whose triumph were shame! Strike, strike for the true flag, for freedom and fame! "To arms! to arms! to arms!" they cry; "Grasp the shield and draw the sword; Lead us to Philippi's lord; Let us conquer him or die!" "The olde sea-wall (he cried) is downe; The rising tide comes on apace, Go sailing uppe the market-place." The wind, one morning, sprang up from sleep, Cry, Heaven for Harry! England! and St. George! And ride for your lives, for your lives you must ride, And there was mounting in hot haste; the steed, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war. O ye loud waves! and O ye forests high! Yea, every thing that is, and will be free! With what deep worship I have still adored Io, they come, they come, Swell, swell the Dorian flute Through the blue triumphal sky, She starts, she moves,-she seems to feel And spurning with her foot the ground, She leaps into the Ocean's arms. Graded Rise, Solemnity and Sublimity. There was silence, and I heard a voice saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker? And thou, sole Ruler among the children of men, to whom the shields of the earth belong, "gird on thy sword, thou most Mighty:" go forth with our hosts in the day of battle! Impart, in addition to their hereditary valor, that confidence of success which springs from thy presence! Pour into their hearts the spirit of departed heroes! Inspire them with thine own; and, while led by thine hand and fighting under thy banners, open thou their eyes to behold in every valley and in every plain what the prophet beheld by the same illumination, chariots of fire and horses of fire! "Then shall the strong man be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark; and they shall both burn together, and none shall quench them." When all thy mercies, O my God, In wonder, love and praise. Rise, like a cloud of incense, from the earth! O sacred forms, how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky! Of awe divine. Father of earth and heaven! I call thy name! Or life, or death, whatever be the goal Now for the fight-now for the cannon peal! Forward! through blood and toil and cloud and fire! They shake-like broken waves their squares retire,— On them huzzars!-Now give them rein and heel; Graded Fall, Climax. It is a crime to put a Roman citizen in bonds; it is the height of guilt to scourge him; little less than parricide to put him to death: what name, then, shall I give to the act of crucifying him? What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a God! For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High !* If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms, never, never, never! Graded Fall, Sentiment Expressed. The day is done, and the darkness Ah, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. * In the three foregoing examples the pitch rises through successive clauses until the last, when the voice suddenly sinks, to express the climax. With many a weary step and many a groan Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone: No longer the joy of the sailor-boy's breast Into the jaws of death, Rode the six hundred. Parenthesis. Natural historians observe (for while I am in the country I must fetch my allusions from thence) that only the male birds have voices. I mention these instances, not to undervalue science (it would be folly to attempt that; for science, when true to its name, is true knowledge), but to show that its name is sometimes wrongfully assumed. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest So are they all-all honorable men), Parenthetical Expressions. If I have any genius, which I am sensible can be but very small; or any readiness in speaking, in which I do not deny that I have been much conversant; or any skill in oratory, from an acquaintance with the best arts, to which I confess I have been always inclined; no one has a better right to demand of me the fruit of all these things than this Aulus Licinius. The fundamental principles of science, at least those |