Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 pagina's |
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Pagina xiv
... tears at will , and all this , when speaking in an unknown tongue . The reader must be sympathetic , entering into the joy or grief of others as if it were his own . Mrs. Siddons once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The ...
... tears at will , and all this , when speaking in an unknown tongue . The reader must be sympathetic , entering into the joy or grief of others as if it were his own . Mrs. Siddons once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The ...
Pagina 3
... tear a passion to tatters -to very rags - to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise . I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant : it out ...
... tear a passion to tatters -to very rags - to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb show and noise . I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant : it out ...
Pagina 12
... tears and love ? Mourns she over his ashes With many a bitter cry ? Pity her anguish Father , Who gavest thy Son to die . Ellen Schenck . X 3. Heavy . The forte and fortissimo of music 12 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Gentle.
... tears and love ? Mourns she over his ashes With many a bitter cry ? Pity her anguish Father , Who gavest thy Son to die . Ellen Schenck . X 3. Heavy . The forte and fortissimo of music 12 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Gentle.
Pagina 22
... tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale , which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness . 6 . And all I remember is friends flocking round , As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground ...
... tears , and tremblings of distress , And cheeks all pale , which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness . 6 . And all I remember is friends flocking round , As I sate with his head ' twixt my knees on the ground ...
Pagina 25
... tear agape that healing wound afresh ! So let him writhe ! How long ― Wil he live thus ? Quick , my good pencil , now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray - haired , and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short ...
... tear agape that healing wound afresh ! So let him writhe ! How long ― Wil he live thus ? Quick , my good pencil , now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray - haired , and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short ...
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angels arms Babie Bell Baradas beautiful bless born brave breath Bregenz cheek child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream drum Duke earth eyes face father feet flowers friends Gabriel Grub girl glory goblin gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Inchcape Rock Ivanhoe Jones Lady Lars Porsena laugh Lictors light live look Lord Lord willin Maup Mauprat morning mother never Nevermore night o'er pale poor Rich Richelieu Rip Van Winkle rose round Sandalphon Scrooge seemed Senator shadow shout sing Sir Launfal sleep smile Snob song soul sound speak stood sweet tears Teetotal tell thee There's thing thou thought Toll tone trembling Virginius voice wave wife wind wonder words young
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...