Advanced ElocutionPenn Publishing Company, 1896 - 393 من الصفحات |
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antepenult backward beautiful body breath Cæsar chest clasped coalescent consonant count carry wand digraph diphthongal downward eight counts elbow end of wand EXPLANATION.-On first count expression eyes Falsetto finger-tips fingers flexion forearm forward four accented beats fourth count gymnastic head heels hips horizontal front horizontal lateral Illus inflection Inhale John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar left bell left foot letter limb line of gravity miller of Dee mouth movement muscles N. P. Willis nasal once its length orthoëpists outward overhead palm facing front penult pitch place right foot PRINCIPLE pronounced pronunciation recover position relaxed Repeat Exercise Repeat through eight represent return to position reversely right arm right bell right hand right shoulder rotation second count sentiment Shylock sixteen counts slide sound of short speaker syllable thee third count thou tion tone trunk bending upward utterance vocal voice vowel vowel sounds Wand horizontal Wand perpendicular words
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الصفحة 51 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
الصفحة 43 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
الصفحة 379 - Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly : let me go with you ; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
الصفحة 61 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
الصفحة 271 - Flag of the free heart's hope and 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 streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
الصفحة 390 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
الصفحة 73 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? 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...
الصفحة 303 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
الصفحة 395 - ... Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Utter'd or unexpress'd ; The motion of a hidden fire , That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
الصفحة 53 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!