Exercises, Rules, and Hints on ElocutionWilliam Collins, Sons, 1881 - 130 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 18
... slow . ) Have you forgot me ? HAMLET . No , by the rood , not so ? you are the queen ! your husband's brother's wife ; and — would it were not so ! -you are my mother . QUEEN . ( Firmness . ) Nay , then , I'll set those to you that can ...
... slow . ) Have you forgot me ? HAMLET . No , by the rood , not so ? you are the queen ! your husband's brother's wife ; and — would it were not so ! -you are my mother . QUEEN . ( Firmness . ) Nay , then , I'll set those to you that can ...
الصفحة 19
... ( slow ) O , such a deed as from the body of contraction plucks the very soul ; and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words ! Ah me ! that act ! QUEEN . Ah me , what act , that roars so loud , and thunders in the index ? HAMLET . ( Deep ...
... ( slow ) O , such a deed as from the body of contraction plucks the very soul ; and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words ! Ah me ! that act ! QUEEN . Ah me , what act , that roars so loud , and thunders in the index ? HAMLET . ( Deep ...
الصفحة 20
... slow . ) Do not forget : this visi- tation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose . But , look ! amazement on thy mother sits : O , step between her and her fighting soul ; conceit in weakest bodies strongest works ; - speak to her ...
... slow . ) Do not forget : this visi- tation is but to whet thy almost blunted purpose . But , look ! amazement on thy mother sits : O , step between her and her fighting soul ; conceit in weakest bodies strongest works ; - speak to her ...
الصفحة 21
... ( Slow , middle pitch . ) O , throw away the worser part of it , and live the purer with the other half . Good night ! And , when you are desirous to be bless'd , I'll bless- ing beg of you . So again , good night ! -I must be cruel ...
... ( Slow , middle pitch . ) O , throw away the worser part of it , and live the purer with the other half . Good night ! And , when you are desirous to be bless'd , I'll bless- ing beg of you . So again , good night ! -I must be cruel ...
الصفحة 24
... Slow and soft . Loud . Soft . Slow . EXERCISE XVIII . OUR COUNTRY AND OUR HOME . There is a land , of every land the pride , Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons ...
... Slow and soft . Loud . Soft . Slow . EXERCISE XVIII . OUR COUNTRY AND OUR HOME . There is a land , of every land the pride , Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside Where brighter suns dispense serener light , And milder moons ...
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الصفحة 31 - 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.
الصفحة 17 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
الصفحة 14 - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
الصفحة 25 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
الصفحة 32 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
الصفحة 32 - What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
الصفحة 27 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
الصفحة 16 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
الصفحة 34 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
الصفحة 24 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.