« VorigeDoorgaan »
Should my heart be grieved or pined
If she be not so to me,
Shall a woman's virtues move
If she be not so to me,
'Cause her fortune seem too high,
And unless that mind I see,
Great or good, or kind, or fair,
For if she be not for me
THE TONE OF LOVE.
(See Tone Drill No. 132.) [The tone of Love manifests the most intense regard. It is more impulsive than Affection, in its strongest forms showing a reckless abandon. There is usually in it a tinge of cooing and coaxing.]
Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you're looked for, or come without warning; : Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you,
And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you !
of the trees looks far greener than ever, And the linnets are singing, "True lovers don't sever!"
I'll pull you sweet flowers to wear if you choose them,
We'll look through the trees at the cliff and the eyrie;
So come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring :
They leaned soft cheeks together there,
Mingled the dark and sunny hair,
Two wedded from the portal stept;
The bells made happy carollings,
The air was soft as fanning wings,
O pure-eyed bride!
Two faces o’er a cradle bent:
Two hands above the head were locked ;
These pressed each other while they rocked,
O solemn hour!
Two parents by the evening fire:
The red light fell about their knees
Like buds upon the lily spire.
O patient life!
The two still sat together there,
The red light shone about their knees;
But all the heads by slow degrees
O voyage fast!
The red light shone upon the floor
And made the space between them wide;
They drew their chairs up side by side,
O memories !
Romeo to Juliet.
Soft! what light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid are far more fair than she: It is my lady; 0, it is my love! 0, that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head ?
She speaks :
Romeo and Juliet, ii., 2.
TONE OF CONTEMPT.
(See Tone Drill No. 54.) [The tone of Contempt denotes that the person or thing is felt to be unworthy. It says, “You are beneath me,
“I scorn you,” “It disgusts.” In its mildest form it is linked with indifference, in the more intense forms it partakes of loathing.)
The coalition! The coalition! Ay, "the murdered coalition!” The gentleman asks if I were led or frighted into this debate by the spectre of the coalition. “Was it the ghost of the murdered coalition,” he exclaims, “which haunted the member from Massachusetts, and which, like the ghost of Banquo, would never down?” “The murdered coalition !"