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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... hears its workings in the very silence of his thoughts . It has be- come his master ; · it betrays his discretion ; it breaks down his courage ; it conquers his prudence . When suspicions , from without , begin to embarrass him , and ...
... hears its workings in the very silence of his thoughts . It has be- come his master ; · it betrays his discretion ; it breaks down his courage ; it conquers his prudence . When suspicions , from without , begin to embarrass him , and ...
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... hear ye yon lion roaring in his den ? ' Tis three days since he has tasted flesh ; but to - morrow he shall break his fast upon yours , and a dainty meal for him ye will be ! If ye are beasts , then stand here , like fat oxen , waiting ...
... hear ye yon lion roaring in his den ? ' Tis three days since he has tasted flesh ; but to - morrow he shall break his fast upon yours , and a dainty meal for him ye will be ! If ye are beasts , then stand here , like fat oxen , waiting ...
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... hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow 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 ...
... hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow 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 ...
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... hear the gushing melody of birds , The dash of dancing waters , and the deep , Low murmurs of the winds , that creep Into my soul , like music without words ; I stand in Paradise ! And lo ! two beings , young , and beautiful 42 ATWELL'S ...
... hear the gushing melody of birds , The dash of dancing waters , and the deep , Low murmurs of the winds , that creep Into my soul , like music without words ; I stand in Paradise ! And lo ! two beings , young , and beautiful 42 ATWELL'S ...
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... hear A voice so soft and low , That whether in the mind or ear , The listener scarce might know ; With such a tone , so sweet and mild , The watching mother lulls her child . — - " Thou weary huntsman , " thus it said , — 66 Though ...
... hear A voice so soft and low , That whether in the mind or ear , The listener scarce might know ; With such a tone , so sweet and mild , The watching mother lulls her child . — - " Thou weary huntsman , " thus it said , — 66 Though ...
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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.