Voice, Speech and Gesture a Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ...: Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman Charles William Deacon & Company, 1904 - 1196 |
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... mother- tongue perfectly . Starting as it may sound , perhaps not more than one person in a hundred can do this . The majority are accustomed to utter their words in a careless or slovenly manner , their organs of speech have become ...
... mother- tongue perfectly . Starting as it may sound , perhaps not more than one person in a hundred can do this . The majority are accustomed to utter their words in a careless or slovenly manner , their organs of speech have become ...
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... mother's censure : - Queen . Hamlet , thou hast thy father much offended . Hamlet . Madam , you have my father much offended . Again , in the repetition of the word dog in Shylock's speech to Antonio , and also on the word honourable in ...
... mother's censure : - Queen . Hamlet , thou hast thy father much offended . Hamlet . Madam , you have my father much offended . Again , in the repetition of the word dog in Shylock's speech to Antonio , and also on the word honourable in ...
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... priest Philemon listened , and his mind wandered . The bird's singing was sweet ; oh , so sweet , that it recalled to him many things he had imagined long ago forgotten , —almost he heard his mother's voice again THE PRIEST phileMON . 341.
... priest Philemon listened , and his mind wandered . The bird's singing was sweet ; oh , so sweet , that it recalled to him many things he had imagined long ago forgotten , —almost he heard his mother's voice again THE PRIEST phileMON . 341.
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... mother's voice again , -and the blithe and gracious days of his early youth suggested themselves to his memory like the lovely frag- ments of a poem once familiar , but now scarce remembered . Presently the bird flew away , and the ...
... mother's voice again , -and the blithe and gracious days of his early youth suggested themselves to his memory like the lovely frag- ments of a poem once familiar , but now scarce remembered . Presently the bird flew away , and the ...
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... mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below ...
... mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass in thunder . I sift the snow on the mountains below ...
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Strona 1049 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Strona 1078 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Strona 236 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Strona 568 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Strona 452 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Strona 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Strona 727 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Strona 454 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Strona 1049 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Strona 657 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...