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THE VOWEL SOUNDS. 53 |
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Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott.
Let the loud trumpets sound Till the rocks all around The shrill echoes rebound. |
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Night.—Pass quickly from the Ah (a: or more correctly a) position to that of %> the diphthong sound I results.
Yes, gold—no one can need it more than I—
I who lurk about in dismal suburbs
And unwholesome lanes; I who am housed
Worse than the kennell'd hound; I who am clothed in rags;
I who am wretched, here do tell thee now
I want the miser's gold, give me his gold.
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me, For I can raise no money by vile means.
Noise.—Pass quickly from the aw position to that of i; the diphthong sound oi results.
And then she smiled in shy sweet joy Since but a lovely dimpled boy . . • Then finding him bo shy and coy She sought the more to win the boy.
Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing. |
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