New Elocution and Voice CultureVan Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1883 - 504 стор. |
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... hands that could strike , They had souls that could dare , And their sons were not made to be slaves . 2. I dare him to his proofs ! 3. Through the furnace unshrinking Thy footsteps I'll share , And shield thee and save thee , Or die ...
... hands that could strike , They had souls that could dare , And their sons were not made to be slaves . 2. I dare him to his proofs ! 3. Through the furnace unshrinking Thy footsteps I'll share , And shield thee and save thee , Or die ...
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... hand and my heart to this vote . 10. Stick to your aim , the mongrel's hold will slip ; But crow - bars only force the bull - dog's grip . 11. Nature to all things fixed the limit fit , And wisely curbed proud man's pretending wit . 12 ...
... hand and my heart to this vote . 10. Stick to your aim , the mongrel's hold will slip ; But crow - bars only force the bull - dog's grip . 11. Nature to all things fixed the limit fit , And wisely curbed proud man's pretending wit . 12 ...
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... hand just raised to shed his blood . DOUBLE OPEN VOWEL SOUNDS . Element No. 17 . 1. Honor and shame from no condition rise , Act well your part , ' t is there the honor lies . 2. Will you dine with me to - morrow ? Yes ; if I be alive ...
... hand just raised to shed his blood . DOUBLE OPEN VOWEL SOUNDS . Element No. 17 . 1. Honor and shame from no condition rise , Act well your part , ' t is there the honor lies . 2. Will you dine with me to - morrow ? Yes ; if I be alive ...
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... hand the balance and the rod : Rejudge his justice be the God of god . 3. Teach me to live that I may dread The ... hand grasped a traveling trunk , his left hand held a bag , And by the twinkling of his eye you recognized a wag . 3 ...
... hand the balance and the rod : Rejudge his justice be the God of god . 3. Teach me to live that I may dread The ... hand grasped a traveling trunk , his left hand held a bag , And by the twinkling of his eye you recognized a wag . 3 ...
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... a coward who raises his hand to strike , and has not the courage to give the blow . 3. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse . 4. Hold ! hold ! for your lives . 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee 60 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION .
... a coward who raises his hand to strike , and has not the courage to give the blow . 3. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse . 4. Hold ! hold ! for your lives . 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee 60 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION .
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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 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.