Selections for Reading and Elocution: A Handbook for Teachers and StudentsWalter H. Baker & Company, 1879 - 240 من الصفحات |
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... speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene . Hush lightly tread ! still tranquilly she sleeps ; I've watched , suspending e'en my breath , in fear To break the heavenly spell . Move silently . Expulsive . Soldiers ! You are now ...
... speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene . Hush lightly tread ! still tranquilly she sleeps ; I've watched , suspending e'en my breath , in fear To break the heavenly spell . Move silently . Expulsive . Soldiers ! You are now ...
الصفحة 13
... the Mightiest , solemn thanks And supplication . MEDIUM . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , trippingly on the tongue . But if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town EXERCISES . 13.
... the Mightiest , solemn thanks And supplication . MEDIUM . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , trippingly on the tongue . But if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town EXERCISES . 13.
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... speak : I'll have my bond ; and therefore speak no more What ! threat you me with telling of the king ? What , you threaten us ? Do your worst ; Blow your pipe there till you burst . MEDIUM . O Thou that rollest above , round as the ...
... speak : I'll have my bond ; and therefore speak no more What ! threat you me with telling of the king ? What , you threaten us ? Do your worst ; Blow your pipe there till you burst . MEDIUM . O Thou that rollest above , round as the ...
الصفحة 33
... SPEAK the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , - trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town - crier spoke my lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand ...
... SPEAK the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , - trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town - crier spoke my lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand ...
الصفحة 34
... speak it profanely , that , neither having the accent of Chris- tians , nor the gait of Christian , pagan , or man , have so strutted and bellowed , that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men , and not made them well ...
... speak it profanely , that , neither having the accent of Chris- tians , nor the gait of Christian , pagan , or man , have so strutted and bellowed , that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men , and not made them well ...
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الصفحة 231 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth,' still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their...
الصفحة 238 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
الصفحة 84 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 205 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
الصفحة 218 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
الصفحة 13 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
الصفحة 183 - 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...
الصفحة 184 - Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His...
الصفحة 141 - With that grim ferryman which poets write of. Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick : Who cried aloud: 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
الصفحة 67 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!