Narrative Pieces. SECTION I. 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, 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, Boisterous and Gentle Sounds. Two craggy rocks projecting to the main, Laborious and Impetuous Motion. With many a weary step and many a groan, Regular and Slow Movement. First march the heavy mules securely slow; Slow and Difficult Motion A needless Alexandrine ends the song; That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length. along. 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 plain. Extent and Violence of the waves. The waves behind impel the waves before, shore. Pensive Numbers. In those deep solitudes and awful cells, The Rage of Battle. -Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord; and the madding wheels Sound Imitating Reluctance. For who to dumb forgetfulness a prey, SECTION II. Othello's Apology. That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I in speech, More than pertains to feats of broils and battle; In speaking for myself. Yet, by your patience, 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,, I ran it through, ev'n from my boyish days, Of hair-breadth escapes in the imminent deadly breach, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, Wherein of antres vast, and desarts wild, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my bent to speak.-All these to hear But still the house-affairs would draw her hence, She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; "Twas pitiful 'twas wonderous pitiful She wish'd she had not heard it -yet she wish'd. · That Heaven had made her such a man :-she thank'd me, 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; SECTION III. Discourse between Adam and Eve retiring to rest.. Now came still evening on, and Twilight gray When Adam thus to Eve: "Fair consort, the hour |