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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... cries and onomatopoetic sounds , assisted by facial expression and gesture ; but how the marvellous instrument of definite speech and language originated in man is still as great a mystery to us as is the origin of life itself . Speech ...
... cries and onomatopoetic sounds , assisted by facial expression and gesture ; but how the marvellous instrument of definite speech and language originated in man is still as great a mystery to us as is the origin of life itself . Speech ...
Strona 79
... cried the Speaker ; " Trea- son ! " echoed from all parts of the House , and when the shouts ceased the orator continued- " and George III . may profit by their example . If this be treason , make the most of it . " The impression ...
... cried the Speaker ; " Trea- son ! " echoed from all parts of the House , and when the shouts ceased the orator continued- " and George III . may profit by their example . If this be treason , make the most of it . " The impression ...
Strona 198
... heart was sad . " O Thou , " he cried , " Who like unto Thyself Did - t make Thy noblest work , this creature , Man , And give him thoughts that soar above the heavens , Emotions keen and aspirations 198 RECITATION WITH MUSIC .
... heart was sad . " O Thou , " he cried , " Who like unto Thyself Did - t make Thy noblest work , this creature , Man , And give him thoughts that soar above the heavens , Emotions keen and aspirations 198 RECITATION WITH MUSIC .
Strona 204
... CURSE . The old man cried to Heaven , and Lento . b pp Heaven heard his pray'r : the walls lie wrecked and prostrate , gone is that cres . fz dim . castle fair . Now stands but one tall column to 204 RECITATION WITH MUSIC .
... CURSE . The old man cried to Heaven , and Lento . b pp Heaven heard his pray'r : the walls lie wrecked and prostrate , gone is that cres . fz dim . castle fair . Now stands but one tall column to 204 RECITATION WITH MUSIC .
Strona 237
... cried , Then the name of " Allah ! " resounded wide , And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered , And on to the last redoubt they poured . One fell , and a second quickly stopped The gap that he left when he reeled and ...
... cried , Then the name of " Allah ! " resounded wide , And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered , And on to the last redoubt they poured . One fell , and a second quickly stopped The gap that he left when he reeled and ...
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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.
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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!
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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...