Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 من الصفحات |
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... look out for another one , " said that philosophic young lady , and Mrs. Sid- dons with a gesture of intense disgust cried out , “ Leave me ! ” and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively imagination combined with ...
... look out for another one , " said that philosophic young lady , and Mrs. Sid- dons with a gesture of intense disgust cried out , “ Leave me ! ” and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively imagination combined with ...
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... looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more , for that , in low simplicity , He lends out money gratis , and brings down The rate of usuance with us here in Venice . If I can catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ...
... looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more , for that , in low simplicity , He lends out money gratis , and brings down The rate of usuance with us here in Venice . If I can catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ...
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... Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ! lift up his head ! He shudders - gasps - Jove help him - so - he's dead . 10 . Gra.O , upright judge ! - Mark , Jew ! - a learned judge ! Shy . [ Tremulously . ] - Is that the ...
... Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ! lift up his head ! He shudders - gasps - Jove help him - so - he's dead . 10 . Gra.O , upright judge ! - Mark , Jew ! - a learned judge ! Shy . [ Tremulously . ] - Is that the ...
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... look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ? Hear it in that battle peal , Read it on yon bristling steel , Ask it , ye who will ! 2 . I scorn forgiveness , haughty man ! You've injured me before the ...
... look for greener graves ? Hope ye mercy still ? What's the mercy despots feel ? Hear it in that battle peal , Read it on yon bristling steel , Ask it , ye who will ! 2 . I scorn forgiveness , haughty man ! You've injured me before the ...
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... look'st thro ' the dark To the face of thy mother ! consider I pray , How we common mothers stand desolate , mark , Whose sons not being Christ's , die with eyes turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his ...
... look'st thro ' the dark To the face of thy mother ! consider I pray , How we common mothers stand desolate , mark , Whose sons not being Christ's , die with eyes turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his ...
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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...