Principles of Elocution and Vocal Culture: In which the Rules for Correct Reading and Speaking, and Directions for Improving and Strengthening the Voice, are GivenB. Williams News Company, 1867 - 98 страница |
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... father flung amidst the blazing rafters of our dwelling ! To- day I killed a man in the arena ; and , when I broke his hemlet - clasps , behold , he was my friend . He knew me , smiled faintly , gasped , and died ; —the same sweet smile ...
... father flung amidst the blazing rafters of our dwelling ! To- day I killed a man in the arena ; and , when I broke his hemlet - clasps , behold , he was my friend . He knew me , smiled faintly , gasped , and died ; —the same sweet smile ...
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... father bends o'er him with looks of delight , His cheek is impearled with a mother's warm tear ; And the lips of the boy in a love - kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in ...
... father bends o'er him with looks of delight , His cheek is impearled with a mother's warm tear ; And the lips of the boy in a love - kiss unite With the lips of the maid whom his bosom holds dear . The heart of the sleeper beats high in ...
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... father had said He never could let his youngest go : Two already were lying dead Under the feet of the trampling foe . But after the evening work was done , And the frogs were loud in the meadow - swamp , Over his shoulder he slung his ...
... father had said He never could let his youngest go : Two already were lying dead Under the feet of the trampling foe . But after the evening work was done , And the frogs were loud in the meadow - swamp , Over his shoulder he slung his ...
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... father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain , And the old man's tremulous , palsied arm Could never lean on a son's again . The summer day grew cool and late ; He went for the ...
... father drove them home . For news had come to the lonely farm That three were lying where two had lain , And the old man's tremulous , palsied arm Could never lean on a son's again . The summer day grew cool and late ; He went for the ...
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... father Murder his own child ! Ges . Tell . Dost thou consent ? With his own hand ! - - The hand I've led him , when ... father . You'll be sure To hit the apple . Will you not save me , father ? Tell . Lead me forth- - I'll make the ...
... father Murder his own child ! Ges . Tell . Dost thou consent ? With his own hand ! - - The hand I've led him , when ... father . You'll be sure To hit the apple . Will you not save me , father ? Tell . Lead me forth- - I'll make the ...
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Страница 54 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Страница 51 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Страница 52 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Страница 39 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Страница 50 - 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.
Страница 51 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Страница 48 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Страница 47 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Страница 54 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Страница 76 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.