School Elocution: A Manual of Vocal Training in High Schools, Normal Schools, and AcademiesAmerican book Company, 1884 - 390 من الصفحات |
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... light ; in heat and còld ; in the ebb and flow of waters ; in mále and female ; in the inspiration and expiration of plánts and ànimals ; in the equation of quántity and quality in the fluids of the animal body ; in the sýstole and ...
... light ; in heat and còld ; in the ebb and flow of waters ; in mále and female ; in the inspiration and expiration of plánts and ànimals ; in the equation of quántity and quality in the fluids of the animal body ; in the sýstole and ...
الصفحة 82
... Light Emphasis . ] 1. Have you recited your lessons ? 2. Is it , O mán , with such discordant nóises , With such accurséd instruments as thése , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial hármonies ? 3 ...
... Light Emphasis . ] 1. Have you recited your lessons ? 2. Is it , O mán , with such discordant nóises , With such accurséd instruments as thése , Thou drownest Nature's sweet and kindly voices , And jarrest the celestial hármonies ? 3 ...
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... light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his sláve , When he took off the gýves . A bearded man , Armed to the teeth , art thòu . 7. THE OCEAN . BRYANT . The armaments | which ...
... light and delicate limbs , And wavy tresses gushing from the cap With which the Roman master crowned his sláve , When he took off the gýves . A bearded man , Armed to the teeth , art thòu . 7. THE OCEAN . BRYANT . The armaments | which ...
الصفحة 90
... light which we could not have conceived if we had not seen ; then as it exists in the foam of the tórrent in the iris which spáns it , in the morning míst which rises from it , in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging ...
... light which we could not have conceived if we had not seen ; then as it exists in the foam of the tórrent in the iris which spáns it , in the morning míst which rises from it , in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging ...
الصفحة 121
... light gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er She shall press , ah , nevermore ! 66 2. FROM THE CLOSING SCENE . " Long , but not loud , the droning wheel went on , Like the low murmur of a hive ...
... light gloated o'er , But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp - light gloating o'er She shall press , ah , nevermore ! 66 2. FROM THE CLOSING SCENE . " Long , but not loud , the droning wheel went on , Like the low murmur of a hive ...
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ASPIRATES Babie Bell bells blow breath CHAMBERED NAUTILUS Charco circumflex clauses concert drill dark dead deep earth elocution emotion emphasis emphatic EXAMPLES expression eyes falling inflection Falstaff feeling fire give hand hath hear heart heathen Chinee heaven high pitch honor Iago liberty living long vocals LONGFELLOW loud force low pitch macron Marked median stress melody middle pitch moderate force monotone never night o'er óne oratorical declamation orotund Othello passion poetry pronunciation pupils pure tone radical stress reader reading Repeat rhetorical pause rhyme Ring rising inflection round Rule Scrooge SEMITONE sentence short shout slide slow movement soft force solemn speak SUBVOCALS sweet syllables táct tálent teacher tell thee thou thought thunderstrike tion unaccented unimpassioned utterance vocal voice vowel sounds wave whisper William Cullen Bryant wind WORDS OFTEN MISPRONOUNCED
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الصفحة 193 - TO A WATERFOWL. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might. mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. . BRYANT.
الصفحة 211 - THE GHOST IN HAMLET. I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. SHAKESPEARE.
الصفحة 342 - From these our interviews, in which I steal | From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the universe, and feel | What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal. 2. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets \ sweep over thee in
الصفحة 217 - TO A SKYLARK. Hail to thee, blithe spirit— Bird thou never wert— That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest; Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
الصفحة 364 - beetle \ wheels his droning flight, And drowsy (inklings \ lull the distant folds; 3. Save | that from yonder | ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl | does to the moon | complain | Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient, solitary reign. 4. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's
الصفحة 378 - Flag of the free heart's only home, By angel hands to valor given, Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner waving o'er us!
الصفحة 216 - THE BELLS. Hear the sledges with the bells— Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort
الصفحة 123 - Ghost. I am thy father's spirit; Doomed for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my
الصفحة 121 - But O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, 0 Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. 3.
الصفحة 138 - of our heavy task | was done | When the clock | struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun \ That the foe | was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly | we laid him down, From the field of his fame | fresh and gory;