The Crane Reader, Tom 4Crane, 1902 |
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... breath on the vocal cords . Form of voice refers to the manner in which the sound is emitted from the organs of speech . There are three forms of voice , namely : Effusive , Expulsive , and Ex- plosive . In the Effusive form the sound ...
... breath on the vocal cords . Form of voice refers to the manner in which the sound is emitted from the organs of speech . There are three forms of voice , namely : Effusive , Expulsive , and Ex- plosive . In the Effusive form the sound ...
Strona 12
... breath agree 6 To praise our glorious liberty ' ! " PITCH . Pitch is the elevation or depression of the voice . There are three kinds of pitch , namely : Low , MIDDLE , and HIGH . In low pitch the key is the same as that used in ex ...
... breath agree 6 To praise our glorious liberty ' ! " PITCH . Pitch is the elevation or depression of the voice . There are three kinds of pitch , namely : Low , MIDDLE , and HIGH . In low pitch the key is the same as that used in ex ...
Strona 19
... breath when using the voice . 3. Cultivate pure tone . 4. Cultivate pure articulation . 5. Own and use a dictionary ; study the words in each new lesson . 6. Know the thought in a passage before you attempt to read it aloud . TO THE ...
... breath when using the voice . 3. Cultivate pure tone . 4. Cultivate pure articulation . 5. Own and use a dictionary ; study the words in each new lesson . 6. Know the thought in a passage before you attempt to read it aloud . TO THE ...
Strona 51
... The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn : A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce. THE CRANE FOURTH READER . 51.
... The bank may break , the factory burn , A breath may burst his bubble shares , And soft white hands could hardly earn A living that would serve his turn : A heritage , it seems to me , One scarce. THE CRANE FOURTH READER . 51.
Strona 53
... breath may burst his bubble shares ; " King of two hands ; " " " A heart that in its labor sings ; ,, " To make the outcast bless his door . " 99 LESSON XIII . dǎf'fo dilş mu'şie měs'sage erō'eus vi ô THE CRANE FOURTH READER . 53.
... breath may burst his bubble shares ; " King of two hands ; " " " A heart that in its labor sings ; ,, " To make the outcast bless his door . " 99 LESSON XIII . dǎf'fo dilş mu'şie měs'sage erō'eus vi ô THE CRANE FOURTH READER . 53.
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ALICE CARY apple tree asked aunt Baucis beautiful began bird bless bobolink boys breath bright called CHARLES DICKENS child Colchis cottage cried DANIEL DEFOE David Copperfield dear door earth ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN eyes face father feet fell fire flowers girl give gold hands head hear heard heart Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jason JEAN INGELOW king knew land laughed LESSON life-boat live looked Macbeth MARY MAPES DODGE milk morning mother nest never night o'er oŭs Philemon and Baucis pitcher poems Polly poor Quicksilver Rip Van Winkle rock Scrooge seemed ship shore sing smile song soon soul star stood story stranger sweet ta'tion tell thee things thou thought took Trotwood turned village voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves weary wild wind Winkle woman words young
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Strona 95 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Strona 234 - Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in congress." Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip...
Strona 66 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 234 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.
Strona 173 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands...
Strona 237 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
Strona 251 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Strona 45 - He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked" like a peddler just opening his pack.
Strona 235 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Strona 232 - George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.