The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 oldal |
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... means it ? -mine is here- " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's living power " " 66 ' To strengthen me through this ! And thou , mine honour'd love and ...
... means it ? -mine is here- " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's living power " " 66 ' To strengthen me through this ! And thou , mine honour'd love and ...
65. oldal
... mean those yells and cries ? His chain , some furious madman breaks ! He comes ! I see his glaring eyes ! Now , now my dungeon - grate he shakes ! Help ! help ! He's gone ! Oh ! fearful woe , Such screams to hear , such sights to see ...
... mean those yells and cries ? His chain , some furious madman breaks ! He comes ! I see his glaring eyes ! Now , now my dungeon - grate he shakes ! Help ! help ! He's gone ! Oh ! fearful woe , Such screams to hear , such sights to see ...
66. oldal
... for life preserved , " A better meed have well deserved . " Can nought but blood our feud atone ? " Are there no means ? " 66 ' No , stranger , none ! 66 " And hear ! to fire thy flagging zeal 66 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Lewis.
... for life preserved , " A better meed have well deserved . " Can nought but blood our feud atone ? " Are there no means ? " 66 ' No , stranger , none ! 66 " And hear ! to fire thy flagging zeal 66 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST . Lewis.
105. oldal
... mean Despair , Round about the darkness hung ; No kind vision met my glances ; Friend or helper of the poor ; So the crazy room I entered And look'd down upon the floor . There on the rough and naked boards , A long , gaunt , wasted ...
... mean Despair , Round about the darkness hung ; No kind vision met my glances ; Friend or helper of the poor ; So the crazy room I entered And look'd down upon the floor . There on the rough and naked boards , A long , gaunt , wasted ...
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... mean birth . I despise their mean characters . Want of birth and fortune is the ob- jection against me : want of personal wealth , against them . But are not all men of the same species ? What can make a difference between one man and ...
... mean birth . I despise their mean characters . Want of birth and fortune is the ob- jection against me : want of personal wealth , against them . But are not all men of the same species ? What can make a difference between one man and ...
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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...