2. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, 3. Now o'er the one half-world YOUNG. Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace "Macbeth." SHAKESPEARE. 4. It must be so-Plato, thou reasonest well !— Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what new scenes and changes must we pass! ADDISON. HIGH 1. Cry Holiday! Holiday! let us be gay, And share in the rapture of heaven and earth; To welcome the Spring on the day of her birth; 2. "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting; "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door." "The Raven." Quoth the raven: "Nevermore!" POE. 3. Freedom calls you! Quick, be ready,- On, and let the watchword be, "Polish War Song." JAMES G. PERCIVAL. 4. I come, I come! ye have called me long, "The Voice of Spring." HEMANS. 5. Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What tho the radiance which was once so bright Tho nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; Which having been must ever be; In the faith that looks through death, In the years that bring the philosophic mind. "Intimations of Immortality." WORDSWORTH. 6. O come, let us sing unto Jehovah; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation. Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, let us make a joyful noise unto him with psalms. For Jehovah is a great God, and a great King above all gods. In his hand are two deep places of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also. The sea is his, and he made it; and his hands formed the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before Jehovah our Maker. For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand. "Ninety-fifth Psalm." THE BIBLE. VERY HIGH 1. They strike! hurrah! the fort has surrendered! And wave your cap, and clap your hands for joy Is the shout. Shout for the fiery fort is ours, and the field 2. Rejoice, you men of Algiers, ring your bells: Open your gates and give the victors way. "King John." SHAKESPEARE. 3. Pull, pull in your lassos, and bridle to steed, And ride for your lives, for your lives you must ride, NINE DEGREES OF PITCH 9. Extremely high: I repeat it sir, let it come! let it come! 8. Very high: Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty! 7. High: The sounding aisles of the dim woods rang. 6. Rather high: With music I come from my balmy home. 5. Middle: A vision of beauty appeared on the clouds. |