Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... happy days , So full of dismal terror was the time ! 2 . Macb . Methought I heard a voice cry , Sleep no more . MACBETH doth murder sleep the innocent sleep — - Sleep that knits up the ravel'd sleeve of care , The death of each day's ...
... happy days , So full of dismal terror was the time ! 2 . Macb . Methought I heard a voice cry , Sleep no more . MACBETH doth murder sleep the innocent sleep — - Sleep that knits up the ravel'd sleeve of care , The death of each day's ...
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... happy heart with rapture swells Responsive to the bells , sweet bells . " In deeds of love excel ! excel ! " Chimed out from ivied towers a bell ; " This is the church not built on sands , Emblem of one not built with hands ; Its forms ...
... happy heart with rapture swells Responsive to the bells , sweet bells . " In deeds of love excel ! excel ! " Chimed out from ivied towers a bell ; " This is the church not built on sands , Emblem of one not built with hands ; Its forms ...
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... happy on this breast ; could have heard the songs I sung If you When the wine went round , you wouldn't have guess'd That ever I , sir , should be straying From door to door , with fiddle and dog , Ragged and penniless , and playing To ...
... happy on this breast ; could have heard the songs I sung If you When the wine went round , you wouldn't have guess'd That ever I , sir , should be straying From door to door , with fiddle and dog , Ragged and penniless , and playing To ...
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... happy spirits in Heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below ? Another glass , and strong to deaden This pain ; then Roger and I will start . I wonder , has he such a lumpish , leaden , Aching thing , in place of a heart ? He is ...
... happy spirits in Heaven can see The ruin and wretchedness here below ? Another glass , and strong to deaden This pain ; then Roger and I will start . I wonder , has he such a lumpish , leaden , Aching thing , in place of a heart ? He is ...
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... happy shores . There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe , with which I looked down from my giddy height on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols ; shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship ...
... happy shores . There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe , with which I looked down from my giddy height on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols ; shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship ...
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angels answer arms bear beautiful bells better bless born breath child close cloud cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream drum earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell flowers followed friends give gone grave hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hold hour Italy keep Lady land leave light live look Lord mind morning mother nature never night o'er once passed play poor rest Rich river rose round seemed Senator side sing sleep smile song soul sound speak stand stood strange sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought Toll turned voice wave wife wind young
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...