A class-book of elocutionJohnstone and Hunter, 1853 - 360 من الصفحات |
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... beauty and variety of the delivery are sufficiently sustained by an occa- sional shifting of the voice from a lower to a higher mono- tone , as the sense may admit . The principle of the affirma- tive member is the surest protection ...
... beauty and variety of the delivery are sufficiently sustained by an occa- sional shifting of the voice from a lower to a higher mono- tone , as the sense may admit . The principle of the affirma- tive member is the surest protection ...
الصفحة 26
... beauty of single parts , but arises from the general symmetry and construction of the whole . An author may be just in his senti- ments , lively in his figures , and clear in his expression ; yet may have no claim to be admitted into ...
... beauty of single parts , but arises from the general symmetry and construction of the whole . An author may be just in his senti- ments , lively in his figures , and clear in his expression ; yet may have no claim to be admitted into ...
الصفحة 36
... beauty and complexion . It is hard to personate and act a part long ; for where truth is not at the bottom , nature will always be endeavouring to return , and will betray herself at one time or other . Therefore , if any man think it ...
... beauty and complexion . It is hard to personate and act a part long ; for where truth is not at the bottom , nature will always be endeavouring to return , and will betray herself at one time or other . Therefore , if any man think it ...
الصفحة 57
... beauty is their own , The feeling heart , simplicity of life , And elegance , and taste ; the faultless form , Shaped by the hand of harmony ; the cheek , Where the live crimson , through the native white Soft shooting , o'er the face ...
... beauty is their own , The feeling heart , simplicity of life , And elegance , and taste ; the faultless form , Shaped by the hand of harmony ; the cheek , Where the live crimson , through the native white Soft shooting , o'er the face ...
الصفحة 74
... beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fièlds ; the sòftening áir is bàlm ; Echo the mountains roùnd ; the fòrest smiles ; And every sense , and èvery heart is joy . Then comes thy glōry in the Summer months , With ...
... beauty walks , thy tenderness and love . Wide flush the fièlds ; the sòftening áir is bàlm ; Echo the mountains roùnd ; the fòrest smiles ; And every sense , and èvery heart is joy . Then comes thy glōry in the Summer months , With ...
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الصفحة 45 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
الصفحة 283 - Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
الصفحة 330 - Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye.
الصفحة 114 - The depth saith, It is not in me; and the sea saith, It is not with me. It cannot be gotten for gold, neither shall silver be weighed for the price thereof.
الصفحة 265 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
الصفحة 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
الصفحة 275 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow...
الصفحة 94 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die — to sleep — No more ; and, by a sleep, to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal...
الصفحة 208 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar...
الصفحة 299 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.