Enfield's Guide to Elocution; Improved and Classically Divided Into Six Parts, Viz., Grammar, Composition, Synonomy, Language, Orations, Poems, and Other Interesting Subjects

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1810. Excerpt: ... Each, for madness rut'd the hour, Would prove his own expressive pow'r. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, Ev'n at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd, his.eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings, In one rude clash he struck the lyre, And swept with huwied hand the strings'. With woeful measures wan Despair, Low sullen sounds, his grief beguil'd; A solemn, strange, and mingled air,, 'Twas sad by fits, by starts'twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail. Still would her touch the strain prolong, And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still through all the song; And where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every qlose, And Hope enchanted smil'd and wav'd her golden / hair. And And longer had she sung--but with a frown, Revenge impatient rose, He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down' And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe. And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltcr'd mien; While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting; from his head. Thy numbers, Jealousy, to nought were fix'd, Sad proof of thy distressful state! Of differmg themes the veering song was mix'd, And now it courted Love, now raving cail'd on Hate. With eyes uprais'd, as one inspir'd, Pale Melancholy sal relir'd, And from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by di...