New Elocution and Voice CultureVan Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1883 - 504 стор. |
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... Never Pays Advice to an Advocate 46. Foes United in Death • • · 47. The Purest Pearl 48. Mind , the Glory of Man 49. True Heroism . 50. The Worth of Eloquence 51. True Faith 52 . ( Light Drunkenness . 53. Paddle Your Own Canoe 54 ...
... Never Pays Advice to an Advocate 46. Foes United in Death • • · 47. The Purest Pearl 48. Mind , the Glory of Man 49. True Heroism . 50. The Worth of Eloquence 51. True Faith 52 . ( Light Drunkenness . 53. Paddle Your Own Canoe 54 ...
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... never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the wits . 8. Of all the amusements of the mind From logic , down to fishing , There is not one that you can ...
... never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the wits . 8. Of all the amusements of the mind From logic , down to fishing , There is not one that you can ...
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... never lay down my arms ! Never ! never ! never ! 4. The reason why , I can not tell , But this I know , and know right well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . 5. If virtue starves while vice is fed , What then ? Is the reward of ...
... never lay down my arms ! Never ! never ! never ! 4. The reason why , I can not tell , But this I know , and know right well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . 5. If virtue starves while vice is fed , What then ? Is the reward of ...
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... never to himself hath said This is my own , my native land ? 2. Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod : Rejudge his justice be the God of god . 3. Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed . Element No. 23 ...
... never to himself hath said This is my own , my native land ? 2. Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod : Rejudge his justice be the God of god . 3. Teach me to live that I may dread The grave as little as my bed . Element No. 23 ...
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... 1. He had two horses and several hundred cattle . Element No. 46 . 1. Wherever I may go , whatever I may become , I shall never forget your kindness . BREATHING . A good control of the breathing organs is 36 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION . Forgot.
... 1. He had two horses and several hundred cattle . Element No. 46 . 1. Wherever I may go , whatever I may become , I shall never forget your kindness . BREATHING . A good control of the breathing organs is 36 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION . Forgot.
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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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