The lady's reader: with rules for a good style of reading aloudGeorge Vandenhoff 1862 |
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184. oldal
... GABRIEL GRUB.-C. DICKENS . - IN an old abbey town , down in this part of the country , a long , long while ago — so long , that the story must be a true one , because our great grand- fathers implicity believed it there officiated as ...
... GABRIEL GRUB.-C. DICKENS . - IN an old abbey town , down in this part of the country , a long , long while ago — so long , that the story must be a true one , because our great grand- fathers implicity believed it there officiated as ...
185. oldal
... Gabriel shouldered his spade , lighted his lantern , and betook himself towards the old churchyard , for he had got a grave to finish by next morning ; and feeling ... Gabriel smiled grimly , and clutched the handle of GABRIEL GRUB . 185.
... Gabriel shouldered his spade , lighted his lantern , and betook himself towards the old churchyard , for he had got a grave to finish by next morning ; and feeling ... Gabriel smiled grimly , and clutched the handle of GABRIEL GRUB . 185.
186. oldal
... Gabriel strode along , returning a short , sullen growl to the good- humoured greetings of such of his neighbours as now and then passed him , until he turned into the dark lane which led to the churchyard . Now Ga- briel had been ...
... Gabriel strode along , returning a short , sullen growl to the good- humoured greetings of such of his neighbours as now and then passed him , until he turned into the dark lane which led to the churchyard . Now Ga- briel had been ...
187. oldal
... Gabriel Grub very moody and miserable , but he was so well pleased with having stopped the small boy's singing , that he took little heed of the scanty pro- gress he had made , and looked down into the grave when he had finished work ...
... Gabriel Grub very moody and miserable , but he was so well pleased with having stopped the small boy's singing , that he took little heed of the scanty pro- gress he had made , and looked down into the grave when he had finished work ...
188. oldal
... Gabriel Grub , raising the bottle to his lips again . " It was not , " said a deep voice . Gabriel started up , and stood rooted to the spot , with astonishment and terror ; for his eyes rested on a form which made his blood run cold ...
... Gabriel Grub , raising the bottle to his lips again . " It was not , " said a deep voice . Gabriel started up , and stood rooted to the spot , with astonishment and terror ; for his eyes rested on a form which made his blood run cold ...
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The Lady's Reader: With Rules for a Good Style of Reading Aloud George Vandenhoff Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
accent articulation ascending cadence Auld Robin Gray Bayard Taylor beauty beneath blessed breath bright called charms cheer Christopher Anstey cloth cried dear descending diphthongal DUKE E. G. Squier earth Edition Elocution elocutionary Enid eyes fat boy father Fcap Gabriel Grub Gaffer Gray Geraint give goblin grace grave hand happy Harrison Weir hear heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honour Illustrations John Brown Juliana king light look lord Mabel Vaughan marked mercy middle pause mother Necessary emphasis never night Number o'er old lady Partridge Pickwick pitch poet poor Post 8vo pronominal phrase pronunciation prose pupil Queen reader reading aloud replied rhythm sceptred sense sentence smile soul speaking speech style SUB-TONICS sweet syllables thee thou thought tion toast tone tonic sound utterance verse voice Wardle WASHINGTON IRVING wife wine word young
Népszerű szakaszok
189. oldal - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
107. oldal - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
198. oldal - A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears...
189. oldal - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags. Plying her needle and thread — .stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt ; And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich!— She sang this
175. oldal - Here woman reigns : the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
197. oldal - 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.
174. oldal - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
200. oldal - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along — I heard, or seemed to hear. The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk Down many a path beloved of...
199. oldal - Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die.
134. oldal - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; "Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us' to deliver Their land from error's chain.