| (o) | high. |
| (oo) | high and loud. |
| (o) | low. |
| (oo) | low and loud. |
| (=) | quick. |
| ('') | short and quick. |
| (sl.) | slow. |
| (p.) | soft. |
| (pp.) | very soft. |
| (f.) | loud. |
| (ff.) | very loud. |
| (pl.) | plaintive. |
| (<) | increase. |
| (>) | decrease. |
EXAMPLES FOR EXERCISE IN MODULATION.
| (p.) | Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, |
| And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; | |
| (f.) | But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, |
| The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. | |
| (sl.) | When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, |
| The line, too, labors, and the words move slow: | |
| (=) | Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, |
| Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. |
POPE.
| (o=) | Go ring the bells and fire the guns, |
| And fling the starry banner out; | |
| (ff.) | Shout "FREEDOM" till your lisping ones |
| Give back the cradle shout. |
WHITTIER.
| (pl.) | "And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee up, |
| With death so like a gentle slumber on thee!— | |
| And thy dark sin!—oh! I could drink the cup | |
| If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. | |
| May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, | |
| My lost boy, Absalom!" |
WILLIS.
| (sl.) | The sun hath set in folded clouds,— |
| Its twilight rays are gone, | |
| (o) | And, gathered in the shades of night, |
| The storm is rolling on. | |
| (pl.) | Alas! how ill that bursting storm |
| (>) | The fainting spirit braves, |
| (p.) | When they,—the lovely and the lost,— |
| (pl.) | Are gone to early graves! |
| (o) | On! onward still! o'er the land he sweeps, |
| (>) | With wreck, and ruin, and rush, and roar, |
| Nor stops to look back | |
| On his dreary track | |
| ('') | But speeds to the spoils before. |