Lessons in Vocal Expression: Processes of thinking in the modulation of the voice. Course 1Expression Company, 1895 - 316 стор. |
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... sweet Daisy . Thee , Winter in the garland wears that thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , that she may sun thee ; whole Summer - fields are thine by right ; and Autumn , melancholy Wight ! doth ...
... sweet Daisy . Thee , Winter in the garland wears that thinly decks his few gray hairs ; Spring parts the clouds with softest airs , that she may sun thee ; whole Summer - fields are thine by right ; and Autumn , melancholy Wight ! doth ...
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... Sweet views which in our world above can never well be seen , Were imaged by the water's love of that fair forest green : And all was interfused beneath with an Elysian glow , An atmosphere without a breath , a softer day below ...
... Sweet views which in our world above can never well be seen , Were imaged by the water's love of that fair forest green : And all was interfused beneath with an Elysian glow , An atmosphere without a breath , a softer day below ...
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... sweet moss shall be thy bed , With crawling woodbine overspread , By which the silver - shedding streams Shall gently melt thee into dreams . Milton . Herrick . Problem VI . Practise selections with various combinations of all these ...
... sweet moss shall be thy bed , With crawling woodbine overspread , By which the silver - shedding streams Shall gently melt thee into dreams . Milton . Herrick . Problem VI . Practise selections with various combinations of all these ...
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... sweet singing ; and thine doth like an angel sit beside the helm , conducting it , while all the winds with melody are ringing . It seems to float ever , forever upon that many winding river , between mountains , woods , abysses , a ...
... sweet singing ; and thine doth like an angel sit beside the helm , conducting it , while all the winds with melody are ringing . It seems to float ever , forever upon that many winding river , between mountains , woods , abysses , a ...
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... sweet ! I will out of the gold of the blossoming mold , and sit at the Master's feet . And the love my heart would speak , I will fold in the lily's rim , That the lips of the blossom , more pure and meek , may offer it up to him . Then ...
... sweet ! I will out of the gold of the blossoming mold , and sit at the Master's feet . And the love my heart would speak , I will fold in the lily's rim , That the lips of the blossom , more pure and meek , may offer it up to him . Then ...
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abruptness accentuation action antithesis association of ideas attention awaken breath cause central idea central word centre change of pitch Christina Georgina Rossetti circumflex conception conversation definite develop difference earnestness earth elements emotion emphasis extract falling inflection faults feeling give H. F. Lyte Hamlet hear hearer heart heaven Henry Austin Dobson Horatio impulse intensity James Russell Lowell Julius Cæsar Lady Teazle light logical Lord loudness manifest means mechanical mental method mind modes modulations morning nature never night noble o'er pause phrase poem Polonius Problem reading relation relation of ideas reveals rhythmic ring rising inflection salient sentence sequence of ideas Shakespeare silence simple sing Sir Peter sorrow soul speak speaker speech spontaneous star student subordinate successive ideas sweet thee thine things thinking thou thought tion touch true truth vivid Vocal Expression voice wind Wordsworth Yarrow
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Сторінка 25 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Сторінка 108 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe, and eat ; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the...
Сторінка 159 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit...
Сторінка 214 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Сторінка 159 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky, I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are. How they seemed to fill the sea and air, With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments. Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute.
Сторінка 212 - Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. Thou searchest out my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, thou knowest it altogether.
Сторінка 217 - O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up - for you the flag is flung - for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear Father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Сторінка 175 - On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Сторінка 116 - Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it; and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Сторінка 289 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.