Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - Всего страниц: 430 |
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... mind of the reader , but he must be able to hold it up before his audience as if it were on canvass . He must make the principal parts stand out in high relief ; then he must with skillful fingers touch up the picture , showing a vivid ...
... mind of the reader , but he must be able to hold it up before his audience as if it were on canvass . He must make the principal parts stand out in high relief ; then he must with skillful fingers touch up the picture , showing a vivid ...
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... mind , particular and early attention should be given to this part of vocal culture . Rubens could , by one stroke of his brush , convert a laugh- ing into a weeping child ; and we can color emotion with qualities of voice so that the ...
... mind , particular and early attention should be given to this part of vocal culture . Rubens could , by one stroke of his brush , convert a laugh- ing into a weeping child ; and we can color emotion with qualities of voice so that the ...
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... mind's repose , That wealth's a bubble that comes- and goes ! And that all proud flesh , wherever it grows , Is subject to irritation ! Saxe . 2. The Orotund is used in expressing the language of grandeur , sublimity , awe , reverence ...
... mind's repose , That wealth's a bubble that comes- and goes ! And that all proud flesh , wherever it grows , Is subject to irritation ! Saxe . 2. The Orotund is used in expressing the language of grandeur , sublimity , awe , reverence ...
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... minds , great natare's second course , Chief nourisher in life's feast : - Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb . Still it cried , Sleep no more , to all the house : GLAMIS hath murder'd sleep ; and therefore CAwDOR Shall sleep no more ...
... minds , great natare's second course , Chief nourisher in life's feast : - Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb . Still it cried , Sleep no more , to all the house : GLAMIS hath murder'd sleep ; and therefore CAwDOR Shall sleep no more ...
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... mind it ; You may have been a stable - boy what then ? ' Tis wealth , good sir , makes honorable men . - You seek respect , no doubt , and you will find it . But if you're poor , Heaven help you ! though your sire Had royal blood within ...
... mind it ; You may have been a stable - boy what then ? ' Tis wealth , good sir , makes honorable men . - You seek respect , no doubt , and you will find it . But if you're poor , Heaven help you ! though your sire Had royal blood within ...
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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...