New Elocution and Voice CultureVan Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1883 - 504 стор. |
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... eyes with tears o'erflow , And thy voice quiver with convulsive thrill . 6. A more unmitigated villain never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the ...
... eyes with tears o'erflow , And thy voice quiver with convulsive thrill . 6. A more unmitigated villain never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the ...
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... eyes see not , and having ears , hear not the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? 2. Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals , he kills for gold . 3. Blaze with your ...
... eyes see not , and having ears , hear not the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? 2. Boisterous in speech , in action prompt and bold , He buys , he sells , he steals , he kills for gold . 3. Blaze with your ...
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... eye , nor listening ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still , and Nature made a pause , An awful pause , prophetic of ... eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth . Let's VOCAL CULTURE . 55.
... eye , nor listening ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still , and Nature made a pause , An awful pause , prophetic of ... eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth . Let's VOCAL CULTURE . 55.
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... eyes : I thought of her I loved so well , Those early broken ties ; I visited the old church - yard , And took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved Just forty years ago . 3. Can he desert me thus ? He knows I VOCAL ...
... eyes : I thought of her I loved so well , Those early broken ties ; I visited the old church - yard , And took some flowers to strew Upon the graves of those we loved Just forty years ago . 3. Can he desert me thus ? He knows I VOCAL ...
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... eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy , Absalom ! 7. I love it ! I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair ? I've treasured it ...
... eye , And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb , My proud boy , Absalom ! 7. I love it ! I love it ! and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old arm chair ? I've treasured it ...
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accented on middle accented syllable acquire action arms articulation banquet song bless breath Catiline command dare dark death declaiming degrees of force delivery earnest earth elocution emotion emphasis emphatic words EXAMPLES exer exercise expression eyes feeling forever gestures give grave gymnastics hallowed ground hand hear heart heaven high pitch honor human voice imitation increase inflection liberal opening light limbs live long quantity look lungs meaning mind modulation movement nature never o'er open vowel passage passion pause person Phocis pitch practice principal charm pronunciation proper pupils radical stress rapid reading or speaking rising sentence sentiment short slaves slide smile smoky night sorrow soul sound speaker spirit stiff upper lip student style subvocal sweet syllable tears thee thing thou thought tion tone and manner truth uncon understand vocal voice William Ladd
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Сторінка 411 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Сторінка 373 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Сторінка 92 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Сторінка 131 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...
Сторінка 287 - It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, "Peace, Peace"— but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but...
Сторінка 380 - 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, '
Сторінка 286 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Сторінка 372 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Сторінка 336 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Сторінка 286 - There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.