Voice, Speech and Gesture a Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ...: Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman Charles William Deacon & Company, 1904 - 1196 sider |
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Side 152
... door . " The mouth is the " vestibule of the soul , the door of eloquence . " Every bad habit defaces its soft beauty , and leaves injurious traces . Intem- perance discolours and distorts it ; ill - nature wrinkles 152 GESTURE .
... door . " The mouth is the " vestibule of the soul , the door of eloquence . " Every bad habit defaces its soft beauty , and leaves injurious traces . Intem- perance discolours and distorts it ; ill - nature wrinkles 152 GESTURE .
Side 261
... door , and he either would not or could not hear my despairing shout . I believe , also , that when I came back into my room again , I took the book up and began to learn my part . I shall always declare to the end of my life - and ...
... door , and he either would not or could not hear my despairing shout . I believe , also , that when I came back into my room again , I took the book up and began to learn my part . I shall always declare to the end of my life - and ...
Side 263
... door with the words " Dressing - room " written over it . It was locked , and a shrill treble scream from within gave me reason to suppose that if it had not been locked the con- sequences might have been embarrassing . I fled on tip ...
... door with the words " Dressing - room " written over it . It was locked , and a shrill treble scream from within gave me reason to suppose that if it had not been locked the con- sequences might have been embarrassing . I fled on tip ...
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... door , And where she passed , fair dames , in scorn and pride Shuddered , and drew their rustling robes aside . At last a yearning soemed to fill her soul , A longing that was stronger than control : Once more , just once again , to see ...
... door , And where she passed , fair dames , in scorn and pride Shuddered , and drew their rustling robes aside . At last a yearning soemed to fill her soul , A longing that was stronger than control : Once more , just once again , to see ...
Side 294
... door to door . Weighed down with weary days , her failing strength Grew less each hour , till one day's dawn at length , As first its rays flooded the world with light , Showed the broad waters , glittering blue and bright , And where ...
... door to door . Weighed down with weary days , her failing strength Grew less each hour , till one day's dawn at length , As first its rays flooded the world with light , Showed the broad waters , glittering blue and bright , And where ...
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Side 727 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Side 454 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
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