Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... your footsteps I shall follow To the Islands of the Blessed , To the Kingdom of Ponemah , To the Land of the Hereafter ! " Hood , Longfellow . 6. The Aspirate gives the whispered utterance of secrecy , 6 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Plaintive.
... your footsteps I shall follow To the Islands of the Blessed , To the Kingdom of Ponemah , To the Land of the Hereafter ! " Hood , Longfellow . 6. The Aspirate gives the whispered utterance of secrecy , 6 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Plaintive.
Pagina 32
... Blessed be Thy NAME O Lord , Most High . D. o . We are in Thy sight | but as the worms of the DUST ! • H. o . May the grace of God | abide with you for EVER . • A. o . And let the triple rainbow rest | o'er all the mountain TOPS , D. e ...
... Blessed be Thy NAME O Lord , Most High . D. o . We are in Thy sight | but as the worms of the DUST ! • H. o . May the grace of God | abide with you for EVER . • A. o . And let the triple rainbow rest | o'er all the mountain TOPS , D. e ...
Pagina 58
... Bless me ! here is Snobbleton , and we are enemies ! Snobbleton . Good - morning , Jones - that is , if you will shake hands . Jones . What ! you - you forgive ! You really— Snob . Yes , yes , old fellow ! All is forgotten . You played ...
... Bless me ! here is Snobbleton , and we are enemies ! Snobbleton . Good - morning , Jones - that is , if you will shake hands . Jones . What ! you - you forgive ! You really— Snob . Yes , yes , old fellow ! All is forgotten . You played ...
Pagina 59
... Bless me ! I'm not in debt - never borrowed a dollar in my life . Ah , me ! it's worse than that . Snob . Worse than that ! Come , now , Jones , there is only one thing worse . You're surely not in love ? Jones . Yes , I am . Oh ...
... Bless me ! I'm not in debt - never borrowed a dollar in my life . Ah , me ! it's worse than that . Snob . Worse than that ! Come , now , Jones , there is only one thing worse . You're surely not in love ? Jones . Yes , I am . Oh ...
Pagina 61
... louder . ( In a scream . ) Poetry - POETRY - POETRY ! Jones . ( Aside . ) Bless me , the woman would wake the dead ! ( Aloud . ) Yes , Miss , I ad - o - r - e it . Snob . Glorious ! glorious ! I wonder how loud EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 61.
... louder . ( In a scream . ) Poetry - POETRY - POETRY ! Jones . ( Aside . ) Bless me , the woman would wake the dead ! ( Aloud . ) Yes , Miss , I ad - o - r - e it . Snob . Glorious ! glorious ! I wonder how loud EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 61.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pagina 410 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Pagina 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Pagina 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Pagina 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Pagina 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
Pagina 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Pagina 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...