Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1878 - 430 oldal |
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... once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The lesson was upon the " part " of a young girl whose lover had deserted her . The rendering did not please that Queen of Tragedy , and she said , " Think how you would feel under the ...
... once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The lesson was upon the " part " of a young girl whose lover had deserted her . The rendering did not please that Queen of Tragedy , and she said , " Think how you would feel under the ...
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... Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more ; - Or close the wall up with our English dead . Oh , when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinew - summon up the blood Disguise ...
... Once more unto the breach , dear friends , once more ; - Or close the wall up with our English dead . Oh , when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger : Stiffen the sinew - summon up the blood Disguise ...
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... The rate of usuance with us here in Venice . If I can catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him ! He hates our sacred nation ; and he rails , EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 5 Pectoral Guttural.
... The rate of usuance with us here in Venice . If I can catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him ! He hates our sacred nation ; and he rails , EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 5 Pectoral Guttural.
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... once , on hearing the orator say , " My voice is for war , " asked him , — “ Which of them pray ? " O ! oh ! Orator Puff , One voice for an orator ' s surely enough ! Reeling homeward one evening , top - heavy with gin , And rehearsing ...
... once , on hearing the orator say , " My voice is for war , " asked him , — “ Which of them pray ? " O ! oh ! Orator Puff , One voice for an orator ' s surely enough ! Reeling homeward one evening , top - heavy with gin , And rehearsing ...
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... Once has the changing moon Waned in the skies Since little Lillian Opened her eyes . Once has the crescent moon Shone in the west , On little Lillian Taking her rest . 2 . Is there a lone mother Weeping dead hopes above , Who bade her ...
... Once has the changing moon Waned in the skies Since little Lillian Opened her eyes . Once has the crescent moon Shone in the west , On little Lillian Taking her rest . 2 . Is there a lone mother Weeping dead hopes above , Who bade her ...
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292. 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...
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...
216. oldal - He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time : The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
412. oldal - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
412. oldal - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door !
162. oldal - In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet. Up the street came the rebel tread, Stonewall Jackson riding ahead. Under his slouched hat left and right He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
172. oldal - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder ! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.
154. oldal - In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people, They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
226. oldal - And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace; The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...