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arm, down, stand,
slaves, forward, liberty.
Combining Form, Quality, Subdued, and Impassioned Force. Repeat each of the above sounds, words, and sentences with
1. Effusive Form, Pure Tone, Subdued Force. 2. Expulsive Form, Orotund, Impassioned Force. 3. Effusive Form, Aspirate, Subdued Force. 4. Explosive Form, Pure Tone, Impassioned Force. 5. Effusive Form, Oral Quality, Subdued Force. 6. Expulsive Form, Falsetto, Impassioned Force.
IMPASSIONED FORCE_WHEN USED. Impassioned, when combined with Pure Tone or Orotund, Effusive or Expulsive Form, is the degree of force appropriate for calling and commanding; with the Orotund, Expulsive and Explosive Forms, it is employed in the utterance of rousing and exciting appeals ; with the Aspirate, Pectoral, and Guttural, Expulsive and Explosive Forms, in the expression of fear, anger, threatening, scorn, defiance, revenge, etc.
EXAMPLE: CALLING AND SHOUTING.
Tell's Address to the Alps.
J. S. KNOWLES.
Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!
And bid your tenant welcome to his home
EXAMPLE: FEAR, EARNEST APPEAL, ANGER, THREATENING, SCORN, AND DEFIANCE.
Impassioned Force, Pure Tone, Orotund, Aspirate and Pectoral Qualities, Expulsive and Explosive Forms.
The Polish Boy.
MRS. ANN S. STEPHENS.
1. Whence came those shrieks, so wild and shrill,
Were cleft in twain by one quick blow,
To utter its peculiar woe!
2. Whence came they? From yon temple, where
Now forms the warrior's marble bed,
And burnish with their rays of light
3. What hand is that whose icy press
Clings to the dead with death's own grasp,
No thrilling fingers seek its clasp?
Rang wildly late upon the air,
Outstretched upon the altar there.
4. Now with white lips and broken moan
She sinks beside the altar stone;
5. The mother sprang with gesture wild,
And to her bosom snatched the child;
I knew that soon his form would be
He went and grappled with the foe,
And drag me to Siberia's wild
To perish, if 'twill save my child!"
6. "Peace, woman, peace!" the leader cried,
7. "One moment!" shrieked the mother, Can land or gold redeem my son?
If so, I bend my Polish knee,
Take palaces, take lands, take all,
But leave him free from Russian thrall.
And carcanet of Orient pearl;
Down to the Russian's feet she cast.
8. He stooped to seize the glittering store;
Snatched to her leaping heart the boy!
Again undid the mother's clasp.
Forward she fell, with one long cry
Of more than mother's agony.
9. But the brave child is roused at length,
And breaking from the Russian's hold,
Of his young spirit, fierce and bold.
10. Proudly he towers; his flashing eye,
So blue and fiercely bright,
So brilliant is its light.
11. “ Ye hold me not! no, no, nor can;
This hour has made the boy a man.
12. “I knelt beside my slaughtered sire,
Nor felt one throb of vengeful ire;