Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments: And for the Use of Schools, Colleges, and Public Readers, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg and Company, 1898 - 602 pagina's |
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Pagina 24
... never think of dropping the y part of the diphthong , and saying ed - oo - cate ; also when long u does not form a ... never hear the y suppressed and the word pronounced moot ; we never hear etc. beauty pronounced booty , cute ...
... never think of dropping the y part of the diphthong , and saying ed - oo - cate ; also when long u does not form a ... never hear the y suppressed and the word pronounced moot ; we never hear etc. beauty pronounced booty , cute ...
Pagina 28
... never uses himself , and never saw before they were presented for pronunciation . Again , great care should be taken not to condemn a pronunciation because it is not the pro- nunciation in your dictionary . Perhaps on investigation ...
... never uses himself , and never saw before they were presented for pronunciation . Again , great care should be taken not to condemn a pronunciation because it is not the pro- nunciation in your dictionary . Perhaps on investigation ...
Pagina 50
... Never mind . He loved a lady wondrous fair- His model ? Something of the kind . I wonder if she had your hair ! I wonder if she looked so meek , and was not meek at all , -my dear I want that side - light on your cheek . He loved her ...
... Never mind . He loved a lady wondrous fair- His model ? Something of the kind . I wonder if she had your hair ! I wonder if she looked so meek , and was not meek at all , -my dear I want that side - light on your cheek . He loved her ...
Pagina 58
... never quaffed , Has never with Ophelia wept , nor with Jack Falstaff laughed ; Of authors , actors , artists — why , she hardly knows the names ; She slept while I was speaking on the Alabama claims . I can't forget - just at this point ...
... never quaffed , Has never with Ophelia wept , nor with Jack Falstaff laughed ; Of authors , actors , artists — why , she hardly knows the names ; She slept while I was speaking on the Alabama claims . I can't forget - just at this point ...
Pagina 59
... and slave . What wonder that she never read a magazine or book , Combining as she did in one , nurse , housemaid , seam- stress , cook ! What wonder that the beauty fled that I once so HOW CAN I BECOME A NATURAL SPEAKER ? 59.
... and slave . What wonder that she never read a magazine or book , Combining as she did in one , nurse , housemaid , seam- stress , cook ! What wonder that the beauty fled that I once so HOW CAN I BECOME A NATURAL SPEAKER ? 59.
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Populaire passages
Pagina 274 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 572 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Pagina 164 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Pagina 304 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Pagina 363 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Pagina 568 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend! " I shrieked, upstarting' "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 567 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Pagina 271 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Pagina 426 - And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Pagina 279 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.