How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls, 1906 - Всего страниц: 533 |
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... several times with the utmost nasality : " O precious hours . " Keep the nostrils closed and try to repeat with a pure tone . Repeat with nostrils open . CHAPTER III VOICE CULTURE PURITY To secure purity of voice VOCAL EXPRESSION 25.
... several times with the utmost nasality : " O precious hours . " Keep the nostrils closed and try to repeat with a pure tone . Repeat with nostrils open . CHAPTER III VOICE CULTURE PURITY To secure purity of voice VOCAL EXPRESSION 25.
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... hour . Then words have lost their power , rhetoric is vain , and all elaborate oratory contemptible . Even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued , as in the presence of higher qualities . Then patriotism is eloquent ; then self ...
... hour . Then words have lost their power , rhetoric is vain , and all elaborate oratory contemptible . Even genius itself then feels rebuked and subdued , as in the presence of higher qualities . Then patriotism is eloquent ; then self ...
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... hours in solemn progression ; dead , dead , dead , he yet speaketh . Is Wash- ington dead ? Is Hampden dead ? Is David dead ? Is any man that was ever fit to live dead ? Disenthralled from flesh , and risen in the unobstructed sphere ...
... hours in solemn progression ; dead , dead , dead , he yet speaketh . Is Wash- ington dead ? Is Hampden dead ? Is David dead ? Is any man that was ever fit to live dead ? Disenthralled from flesh , and risen in the unobstructed sphere ...
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... hour , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirit stole One deeper prayer , ' twas that no cloud might lower On my young fame ! -O hear ! God of eternal power . Now for the fight - now for the cannon peal- Forward - through blood and toil ...
... hour , Thou knowest , if ever from my spirit stole One deeper prayer , ' twas that no cloud might lower On my young fame ! -O hear ! God of eternal power . Now for the fight - now for the cannon peal- Forward - through blood and toil ...
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... hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . " Macbeth . " SHAKESPEARE . 3. In thoughts from the visions of the night , when deep sleep falleth on men ...
... hour upon the stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . " Macbeth . " SHAKESPEARE . 3. In thoughts from the visions of the night , when deep sleep falleth on men ...
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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...