Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 oldal |
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26. oldal
... Toll slowly ! And he shivers head and hoof— and the flakes of foam fall off ; And his face grows fierce and thin , And a look of human woe , from his staring eyes did go Toll slowly ! And a sharp cry uttered he , in a foretold agony Of ...
... Toll slowly ! And he shivers head and hoof— and the flakes of foam fall off ; And his face grows fierce and thin , And a look of human woe , from his staring eyes did go Toll slowly ! And a sharp cry uttered he , in a foretold agony Of ...
87. oldal
... tolls For lost souls ! But no sexton sounds the knell ; In that belfry old and high , Unseen fingers sway the bell As the wind goes tearing by ! How it tolls , for the souls Of the sailors on the sea . God pity them ! God pity them ...
... tolls For lost souls ! But no sexton sounds the knell ; In that belfry old and high , Unseen fingers sway the bell As the wind goes tearing by ! How it tolls , for the souls Of the sailors on the sea . God pity them ! God pity them ...
118. oldal
... toll of the bell ; but each heart knew the hour and observed it ; for there are a hundred sun - dials among the hills , woods , moors and fields , and the shepherds and the peas- ants see the hours passing by them in sunshine and shadow ...
... toll of the bell ; but each heart knew the hour and observed it ; for there are a hundred sun - dials among the hills , woods , moors and fields , and the shepherds and the peas- ants see the hours passing by them in sunshine and shadow ...
131. oldal
... Toll ye the church - bell , sad and slow , And tread softly and speak low , For the old year lies a - dying . Old year you must not die ; You came to us so readily , You lived with us so steadily , Old year , you shall not die . He ...
... Toll ye the church - bell , sad and slow , And tread softly and speak low , For the old year lies a - dying . Old year you must not die ; You came to us so readily , You lived with us so steadily , Old year , you shall not die . He ...
134. oldal
... Toll , toll , toll , thou bell by billows swung ; Campbell . And , night and day , thy warning words repeat with mournful tongue ! Toll for the queenly boat , wrecked on yon rocky shore ! Sea - weed is in her palace walls ; she rides ...
... Toll , toll , toll , thou bell by billows swung ; Campbell . And , night and day , thy warning words repeat with mournful tongue ! Toll for the queenly boat , wrecked on yon rocky shore ! Sea - weed is in her palace walls ; she rides ...
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3. oldal - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
410. oldal - 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!
27. oldal - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
304. oldal - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
3. oldal - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
125. oldal - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
301. oldal - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
231. oldal - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
68. oldal - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
41. oldal - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...