The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 oldal |
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... ' I'll keep them all ; 66 By Heaven ! he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them by this hand . " SHAKESPERE . " The blood - thirsty prætor , deaf to all. INTRODUCTION . 7.
... ' I'll keep them all ; 66 By Heaven ! he shall not have a Scot of them ; No , if a Scot would save his soul , he shall not : I'll keep them by this hand . " SHAKESPERE . " The blood - thirsty prætor , deaf to all. INTRODUCTION . 7.
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... Heaven ; or when sentiments of a very elevated or patriotic character have to be delivered , as is frequently the case in the perorations of the speeches of the great orators of antiquity . It must be remembered , also , that the eyes ...
... Heaven ; or when sentiments of a very elevated or patriotic character have to be delivered , as is frequently the case in the perorations of the speeches of the great orators of antiquity . It must be remembered , also , that the eyes ...
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... heaven , Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky , And tell the stars , and tell yon rising sun , Earth , with her thousand voices , praises God . " COLERIDGE . INVECTIVE V. WARREN HASTINGS . * * * ' breathing their last and fervent ...
... heaven , Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky , And tell the stars , and tell yon rising sun , Earth , with her thousand voices , praises God . " COLERIDGE . INVECTIVE V. WARREN HASTINGS . * * * ' breathing their last and fervent ...
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... heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn ...
... heaven ! Awake , my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears , Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake , Voice of sweet song ! awake , my heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn ...
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... heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who , with living flowers , Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? God ! let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the ice ...
... heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who , with living flowers , Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? God ! let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the ice ...
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Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
Népszerű szakaszok
261. oldal - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
28. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
35. oldal - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
154. oldal - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
236. oldal - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
259. oldal - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
170. oldal - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
174. oldal - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
170. oldal - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
18. oldal - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...