Its shadow in each heart. In its swift course, It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful, — It trod the hall of revelry, where thronged It passed o'er The battle-plain where sword, and spear, and shield, Yet ere it melted in the viewless air It heralded its millions to their home In the dim land of dreams. 142. RAPID MOVEMENT. Rapid Movement is used in the expression of lively, gay and joyous thought and exciting emotions emanating from joy or fear. 143. Examples: Joy. 67. [From "The Bells." - Poe.] Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells! Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Rumbling over bridges; Men of different stations Birds of every feather, On a common level, Traveling together. Gentlemen in shorts, Looming very tall; Gentlemen at large, Talking very small; Gentlemen in tights, With a loose-ish mien; Gentlemen in gray, Looking rather green. Gentlemen quite old Asking for the news; Dreadfully in liquor. Stranger on the right Looking very sunny, Obviously reading Something rather funny. Now the smiles are thicker Wonder what they mean? Faith, he's got the Knickerbocker Magazine! Stranger on the left Closing up his peepers; Now he snores amain, Like the Seven Sleepers. Ancient maiden lady 'Mong so many sparks; Woman with her baby, Says it's tiresome talking, Are so very shocking. Market woman, careful Of the precious casket, Knowing eggs are eggs, Tightly holds her basket; Feeling that a smash, If it come, would surely Send her eggs to pot Rather prematurely. Singing through the forests, Rattling over ridges, Shooting under arches, Rumbling over bridges; Whizzing through the mountains, Riding on the rail. EXCITEMENT. [From "Lady of the Lake."- Scott.] "Now yield thee, or, by Him who made The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!" "Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy! Let recreant yield who fears to die." COMMOTION. 69. [From "Mazeppa."— Byron.] Away, away, and on we dash! Upon the pinions of the wind, A trampling troop - I see them come; |