Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 من الصفحات |
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... live thus ? Quick , my good pencil , now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray - haired , and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan ! + V. MELODY . +1 . PITCH ...
... live thus ? Quick , my good pencil , now ! What a fine agony works upon his brow ! Ha ! gray - haired , and so strong ! How fearfully he stifles that short moan ! Gods ! if I could but paint a dying groan ! + V. MELODY . +1 . PITCH ...
الصفحة 56
... live , " she said , " had life been to you the same weary and wasting burden that it is to me that it is to every noble and generous mind . But you - wretch ! you could creep through the world unaffected by its various disgraces , its ...
... live , " she said , " had life been to you the same weary and wasting burden that it is to me that it is to every noble and generous mind . But you - wretch ! you could creep through the world unaffected by its various disgraces , its ...
الصفحة 57
... live to partake of ; you shall die , base dog , and that before yon cloud has passed over the sun . " - She gave a brief command , in Gaelic , to her attendants , two of whom seized upon the prostrate suppliant , and hurried him to the ...
... live to partake of ; you shall die , base dog , and that before yon cloud has passed over the sun . " - She gave a brief command , in Gaelic , to her attendants , two of whom seized upon the prostrate suppliant , and hurried him to the ...
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... lives and dies On the solid land , or the heaving sea , Dear warrior boy , like thee ! VIIL On , the victory , the victory Belongs to thee ! God ever keeps the brightest crown for such as thou , He gives it now to thee . Young and brave ...
... lives and dies On the solid land , or the heaving sea , Dear warrior boy , like thee ! VIIL On , the victory , the victory Belongs to thee ! God ever keeps the brightest crown for such as thou , He gives it now to thee . Young and brave ...
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... lives , " she plead . " Dear child , he walks with angels , who in strength excel , Praise God , who gave this glory , Claribel . " The cold , gray day died sobbing on the weary hills , While bitter mourning on the night wind rose and ...
... lives , " she plead . " Dear child , he walks with angels , who in strength excel , Praise God , who gave this glory , Claribel . " The cold , gray day died sobbing on the weary hills , While bitter mourning on the night wind rose and ...
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angels arms Babie Bell Baradas beautiful bless born brave breath Bregenz cheek child cloud cold cried dark dead dear death deep dream drum Duke earth eyes face father feet flowers friends Gabriel Grub girl glory goblin gone grave hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Inchcape Rock Ivanhoe Jones Lady Lars Porsena laugh Lictors light live look Lord Lord willin Maup Mauprat morning mother never Nevermore night o'er pale poor Rich Richelieu Rip Van Winkle rose round Sandalphon Scrooge seemed Senator shadow shout sing Sir Launfal sleep smile Snob song soul sound speak stood sweet tears Teetotal tell thee There's thing thou thought Toll tone trembling Virginius voice wave wife wind wonder words young
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الصفحة 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
الصفحة 410 - 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 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
الصفحة 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
الصفحة 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
الصفحة 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
الصفحة 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
الصفحة 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
الصفحة 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...