How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls, 1906 - Всего страниц: 533 |
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... give such additional time as may be convenient to the reading aloud of exercises in modulation and the selections . The selections for practise begin at page 219 , but they need not be studied in consecutive order . The student's taste ...
... give such additional time as may be convenient to the reading aloud of exercises in modulation and the selections . The selections for practise begin at page 219 , but they need not be studied in consecutive order . The student's taste ...
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... GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH !. SECOND INAUGURAL ADDRESS FAREWELL ADDRESS . ON THE POLITICAL SITUATION • · · Patrick Henry 285 Abraham Lincoln 289 George Washington 291 John James Ingalls 312 AGAINST CAPITAL PUNISHMENT SIMPLICITY ...
... GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH !. SECOND INAUGURAL ADDRESS FAREWELL ADDRESS . ON THE POLITICAL SITUATION • · · Patrick Henry 285 Abraham Lincoln 289 George Washington 291 John James Ingalls 312 AGAINST CAPITAL PUNISHMENT SIMPLICITY ...
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... give - your - attention - and - you - shall - be - heard . Char - coal . Char - co - al . Char - coooooooo - al . 4. Project the following : It is the King . Every inch a King . At this moment . Armor on his back . State the State . On ...
... give - your - attention - and - you - shall - be - heard . Char - coal . Char - co - al . Char - coooooooo - al . 4. Project the following : It is the King . Every inch a King . At this moment . Armor on his back . State the State . On ...
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... give it smoothness . Oh ! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , -to very rags , to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but ...
... give it smoothness . Oh ! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig - pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , -to very rags , to split the ears of the groundlings ; who , for the most part , are capable of nothing but ...
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... give them rein and heel ; Think of the orphaned child , the murdered sire : - Earth cries for blood , -in thunder on them wheel ! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph - seal ! " Battle Hymn . " KARL THEODOR KÖRNER ...
... give them rein and heel ; Think of the orphaned child , the murdered sire : - Earth cries for blood , -in thunder on them wheel ! This hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph - seal ! " Battle Hymn . " KARL THEODOR KÖRNER ...
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arms beautiful bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus carronade Catiline circumflex cried dare dark dead death deep earth exercises expression eyes face father fear feeling Fezziwig forever Freedom calls gentle GEORGE CROLY gesture give glory glottis gold standard hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope Hurrah inflection Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud Macbeth ment Merchant of Venice mind mouth nation nature never night nostrils o'er pause peace pitch practise Repeat rising inflection SHAKESPEARE side silence sing sleep slowly smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand star-spangled banner sweet tell thee thing Thou art thought tion tone tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wave wind words
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Стр. 91 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Стр. 46 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since: their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou. Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Стр. 162 - Grow old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God : see all, nor be afraid!
Стр. 56 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st 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.
Стр. 532 - Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Стр. 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Стр. 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Стр. 57 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Стр. 158 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Стр. 95 - Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...