"'Tis not enough the voice be sound and clear; Who lays an equal emphasis on all. Some placid natures fill the allotted scene With lifeless drone, insipid, and serene; While others thunder every couplet o'er, And almost crack your ears with rant and roar." LLOYD. (112) READINGS AND RECITALS. NIGHTFALL. [This exquisite poetical gem should be given in the effusive form of voice, gentle force as in a dreamy reverie. Play upon the words, and bring out their full expression.] [To be read with great intensity and expression; avoid monotony.] 'Tis midnight's holy hour-and silence now Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds The bell's deep tones are swelling-'tis the knell Is sweeping past; yet, on the stream and wood, The spirits of the seasons seem to stand Young Spring, bright Summer, Autumn's solemn form, In mournful cadences that come abroad Like the far wind-harp's wild and touching wail, |