The Science and Art of Elocution, Or How to Read and Speak: Embracing a Comprehensive and Systematic Series of Exercises for Gesture Calisthenics and the Cultivation of the Voice; with a Collection of Nearly One Hundred and Fifty Literary Gems for Reading Or SpeakingJ.E. Potter, 1878 |
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... Toll ! Roland , Toll ! Bell never yet was hung , Between whose lips there swung So grand a tongue ! Calling Voice . I. 2 . Hi ! Harry Holly ! Halt - and tell A fellow just a thing or two ; You've had a furlough , been to see How all the ...
... Toll ! Roland , Toll ! Bell never yet was hung , Between whose lips there swung So grand a tongue ! Calling Voice . I. 2 . Hi ! Harry Holly ! Halt - and tell A fellow just a thing or two ; You've had a furlough , been to see How all the ...
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... tolls the knell of parting day ; The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea : The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . The way is dark , my child ! but leads to light . I would not always ...
... tolls the knell of parting day ; The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea : The ploughman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . The way is dark , my child ! but leads to light . I would not always ...
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... tolls the village clock the drowsy hour . " " " Emphasis , " it has been said , " is in speech what coloring is in painting . It admits of all possible degrees , and must , to indicate a particular degree of distinction , be more or ...
... tolls the village clock the drowsy hour . " " " Emphasis , " it has been said , " is in speech what coloring is in painting . It admits of all possible degrees , and must , to indicate a particular degree of distinction , be more or ...
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... tolls For lost souls ! But no sexton sounds the knell ; In that belfry , old and high , Unseen fingers sway the bell As the wind goes tearing by ! How it tolls , for the souls Of the sailors on the sea . God pity them ! God pity them ...
... tolls For lost souls ! But no sexton sounds the knell ; In that belfry , old and high , Unseen fingers sway the bell As the wind goes tearing by ! How it tolls , for the souls Of the sailors on the sea . God pity them ! God pity them ...
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... Toll ! Roland , toll ! In old Saint Bavon's tower , At midnight hour , The great bell Roland spoke ; And all that slept in Ghent awoke ! What meant the thunder stroke ? Why trembled wife and maid ? Why caught each man his blade ? Why ...
... Toll ! Roland , toll ! In old Saint Bavon's tower , At midnight hour , The great bell Roland spoke ; And all that slept in Ghent awoke ! What meant the thunder stroke ? Why trembled wife and maid ? Why caught each man his blade ? Why ...
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