School Elocution: A Manual of Vocal Training in High Schools, Normal Schools, and AcademiesAmerican book Company, 1884 - 390 من الصفحات |
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... Wave or Tilde . .. āle ēve , they ǎt âir ärm , all ask , what end whêre her Ice , by it , lynx pïque sir ōld ŏn ôr prove son , wolf moon book ūse йр ûrge rule pull 8 . = Ŏ what , not ea they , day I = ĕ sir , her = done , sun o , u = 00 ...
... Wave or Tilde . .. āle ēve , they ǎt âir ärm , all ask , what end whêre her Ice , by it , lynx pïque sir ōld ŏn ôr prove son , wolf moon book ūse йр ûrge rule pull 8 . = Ŏ what , not ea they , day I = ĕ sir , her = done , sun o , u = 00 ...
الصفحة 20
... wave or tilde , thus - ẽ . This sound nearly coincides with the sound of u as in urge , but is not quite so broad and guttural . Avoid the error of sounding like ai , as airth for earth , etc. after ĕ its full sound . Give the r ĕrr ...
... wave or tilde , thus - ẽ . This sound nearly coincides with the sound of u as in urge , but is not quite so broad and guttural . Avoid the error of sounding like ai , as airth for earth , etc. after ĕ its full sound . Give the r ĕrr ...
الصفحة 21
... wave or tilde , thus - 1 . identical with the sound of e as in her . the broader and more guttural sound of Be careful to giver its full sound . This sound is Avoid giving u as in ûrge . first birch sir çîr ele virtue thirst birth fir ...
... wave or tilde , thus - 1 . identical with the sound of e as in her . the broader and more guttural sound of Be careful to giver its full sound . This sound is Avoid giving u as in ûrge . first birch sir çîr ele virtue thirst birth fir ...
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... wave , " says Dr. Rush , " when used for plain narration , or for the mere statement of an unexcited idea , is the ... waves for the surprise of ignorance , the snarling of ill - humor , and the curling voice , along with the curling lip ...
... wave , " says Dr. Rush , " when used for plain narration , or for the mere statement of an unexcited idea , is the ... waves for the surprise of ignorance , the snarling of ill - humor , and the curling voice , along with the curling lip ...
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... waves , which mar | Alike the Armada's príde | or spoils of Trafalgàr . 8. LIBERTY . BYRON . Tell me not of the honor of belonging to a free country . I ask , does our liberty bear generous fruits ! Does it exalt us in manly spirit , in ...
... waves , which mar | Alike the Armada's príde | or spoils of Trafalgàr . 8. LIBERTY . BYRON . Tell me not of the honor of belonging to a free country . I ask , does our liberty bear generous fruits ! Does it exalt us in manly spirit , in ...
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accented articulation ASPIRATES Babie Bell bells breath CHAMBERED NAUTILUS Charco clauses concert drill dark dead deep earth elocution emotion emphasis emphatic EXAMPLES expression eyes falling inflection feeling fifth fire give hand hath hear heart heathen Chinee heaven honor Iago INFLECTION DRILL light living long vocals LONGFELLOW lord loud force low pitch macron Marked median stress moderate force monotone never night o'er Oliver Wendell Holmes óne oratorical declamation orotund Othello phrases poetry pronunciation pupils pure tone radical stress reader reading Repeat rhetorical pause Ring rising circumflex rising inflection Rule Scrooge SEMITONE sentence short shout slide slow movement soft force solemn speak SUBVOCALS sweet syllables táct tálent teacher tell thee thêre thou thought tion tūde 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;