New Elocution and Vocal CultureAmerican book Company, 1883 - 504 стор. |
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... Passing of the Rubicon 106. The Stability of our Government 107. Lord Chatham Against the American War . 108. Brutus's Harangue on the Death of Cæsar . 109. Supposed Speech of John Adams 110. Rolla's Address to the Peruvians 111 ...
... Passing of the Rubicon 106. The Stability of our Government 107. Lord Chatham Against the American War . 108. Brutus's Harangue on the Death of Cæsar . 109. Supposed Speech of John Adams 110. Rolla's Address to the Peruvians 111 ...
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... passing ? Laws in which he thought the system of our government was com- prehended ? Laws which govern our provinces and our trials ? Are we , I say , to repeal such laws , yet ratify his acts ? 6. Came I not forth , upon thy pledge ...
... passing ? Laws in which he thought the system of our government was com- prehended ? Laws which govern our provinces and our trials ? Are we , I say , to repeal such laws , yet ratify his acts ? 6. Came I not forth , upon thy pledge ...
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... FEAR . Would that he yet might live ! even now I heard The legate's followers whisper , as they passed , They had a warrant for his instant death ; All was prepared by unforbidden means , Which we must VOCAL CULTURE . 125.
... FEAR . Would that he yet might live ! even now I heard The legate's followers whisper , as they passed , They had a warrant for his instant death ; All was prepared by unforbidden means , Which we must VOCAL CULTURE . 125.
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... passed a miserable night , So full of fearful dreams , of ugly sights , That , as I am a Christian faithful man , I would not spend another such a night , Though ' t were to buy a world of happy days . So full of dismal terror was the ...
... passed a miserable night , So full of fearful dreams , of ugly sights , That , as I am a Christian faithful man , I would not spend another such a night , Though ' t were to buy a world of happy days . So full of dismal terror was the ...
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... passing from their presence to the fountain's rippling song , Stooped he to uplift the lilies strewn the scattered sprays among . Faintly stole the sounds of evening through the massive outer doors , Whitely lay the peace of moonlight ...
... passing from their presence to the fountain's rippling song , Stooped he to uplift the lilies strewn the scattered sprays among . Faintly stole the sounds of evening through the massive outer doors , Whitely lay the peace of moonlight ...
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accented on middle accented syllable acquire action arms articulation banquet song bless breath Catiline command dare dark dead death declaiming degrees of force delivery earnest earth Element 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 reader 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 vocal voice William Ladd
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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 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 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 373 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Сторінка 327 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain ; And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.
Сторінка 402 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Сторінка 254 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
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 383 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveler returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
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.