Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Arranged for the Exercises of the School, College and Public Reader, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock Jansen, McClurg & Company, 1882 - 426 oldal |
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13. oldal
... feeling . Third . In ordinary , unimpassioned speech , the voice passes through the interval of one tone on the musical scale , in the utterance of each word , thus : " That quarter most the Monotone . Where yon wild skilful Greeks an ...
... feeling . Third . In ordinary , unimpassioned speech , the voice passes through the interval of one tone on the musical scale , in the utterance of each word , thus : " That quarter most the Monotone . Where yon wild skilful Greeks an ...
35. oldal
... feel my lip ; But I'm ready to do what else you ask , And spin you my yarn about the ship : " T was ten o'clock , as I said , last night , When she struck the breakers and went ashore , And scarce had broken the morning's light Than she ...
... feel my lip ; But I'm ready to do what else you ask , And spin you my yarn about the ship : " T was ten o'clock , as I said , last night , When she struck the breakers and went ashore , And scarce had broken the morning's light Than she ...
55. oldal
... feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and ...
... feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist : A feeling of sadness and longing , That is not akin to pain , And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain . Come , read to me some poem , Some simple and ...
58. oldal
... feels his heart , as it were , crushed in the closing of its portals - would accept of consolation that must be bought by forgetfulness ? No , the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul . If it has its ...
... feels his heart , as it were , crushed in the closing of its portals - would accept of consolation that must be bought by forgetfulness ? No , the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul . If it has its ...
59. oldal
... feel a compunctious throb , that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him ? But the grave of those we loved , what a place for medita- tion ! There it is that we call up in long review ...
... feel a compunctious throb , that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him ? But the grave of those we loved , what a place for medita- tion ! There it is that we call up in long review ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON angels Annabel Lee arms Bawne beautiful bells breast Bregenz bright Captain carpet-bag Charco CHARLES DICKENS child chronometer watch cloud Connor cried dark dead dear Dora dream eyes face father Fezziwig forever Forever never Frenchman give grave hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW honor Kate Kath king kiss lady Lars Porsena laugh light lips living look Lord mother musical scale never night Nora o'er OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Patrick poor pray prayer rain replied river river Lee rose round SAMUEL LOVER Sandalphon Senator shining shout silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound squire star stood sweet tears tell thee there's thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought tone turned voice waves Weller wild wind word young
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299. oldal - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
51. oldal - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
232. oldal - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
350. oldal - 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.
319. oldal - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
388. 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.
361. oldal - I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; " Good speed ! " cried the watch as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
326. oldal - Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that ! What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin gray, and a' that ; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine, A man's a man, for a
232. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...