Class-book in Oratory: A Complete Drill Book for Practice of the Principles of Vocal Physiology, and for Acquiring the Art of Elocution and Oratory Comprising All the Essential Elements of Vocal Delivery and Gesture, with All the Later Selections for Public RecitalsChristian Publishing Company, 1879 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... o'er , And a murmur of happiness steels through his rest --- " O God thou hast blest me - I ask for no more . " Ah ! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye ? Ah ! what is that sound which now larums his ear ? ' Tis the ...
... o'er , And a murmur of happiness steels through his rest --- " O God thou hast blest me - I ask for no more . " Ah ! what is that flame which now bursts on his eye ? Ah ! what is that sound which now larums his ear ? ' Tis the ...
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... o'er its pebbled bed , Imposes silence with a stilly sound . In such a place as this , at such an hour- If ancestry may be in aught believed— Descending spirits have conversed with man , And told the secrets of the world unknown . 9 ...
... o'er its pebbled bed , Imposes silence with a stilly sound . In such a place as this , at such an hour- If ancestry may be in aught believed— Descending spirits have conversed with man , And told the secrets of the world unknown . 9 ...
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... o'er the lea ; The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his drony ...
... o'er the lea ; The plowman homeward plods his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me . Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight , And all the air a solemn stillness holds , Save where the beetle wheels his drony ...
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... o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss , Perhaps a tear - if souls can weep in bliss ! Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers , Yes ! I heard the bell ...
... o'er thy sorrowing son , Wretch even then , life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gav'st me , though unfelt , a kiss , Perhaps a tear - if souls can weep in bliss ! Ah , that maternal smile ! it answers , Yes ! I heard the bell ...
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... o'er his limbs the listless languor grew : Paleness came o'er his eye of placid blue , Pale mourned the lily where the rose had died ; And timid , trembling , came he to my side . He was my all on earth . Oh ! who can speak The anxious ...
... o'er his limbs the listless languor grew : Paleness came o'er his eye of placid blue , Pale mourned the lily where the rose had died ; And timid , trembling , came he to my side . He was my all on earth . Oh ! who can speak The anxious ...
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الصفحة 184 - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd ; Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
الصفحة 210 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
الصفحة 211 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
الصفحة 42 - Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
الصفحة 229 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE SWEET AUBURN! loveliest village of the plain; Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please...
الصفحة 90 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
الصفحة 182 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
الصفحة 293 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
الصفحة 186 - 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 : for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first, and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
الصفحة 88 - say, father ! say, If yet my task is done ? " He knew not that the chieftain lay Unconscious of his son. " Speak, father!" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone ! And" — but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.