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 12
... widely opened and the lips less protruded . In sounding a ( as in " father " ) the mouth becomes funnel - shaped , with the wide part outwards . THE STRUCTURE OF THE ORGANS ENGAGED IN VOICE - PRODUCTION 12 THE VOICE .
... widely opened and the lips less protruded . In sounding a ( as in " father " ) the mouth becomes funnel - shaped , with the wide part outwards . THE STRUCTURE OF THE ORGANS ENGAGED IN VOICE - PRODUCTION 12 THE VOICE .
Side 75
... father much offended . Hamlet . Madam , you have my father much offended . Again , in the repetition of the word dog in Shylock's speech to Antonio , and also on the word honourable in Mark Antony's funeral oration over Cæsar's body ...
... father much offended . Hamlet . Madam , you have my father much offended . Again , in the repetition of the word dog in Shylock's speech to Antonio , and also on the word honourable in Mark Antony's funeral oration over Cæsar's body ...
Side 305
... father and four young children , And Sally the eldest's eight ; They're horribly poor - half - starving-- And they live in a shocking state . The father gets drunk and beats there , The mother she died last year : There's a story about ...
... father and four young children , And Sally the eldest's eight ; They're horribly poor - half - starving-- And they live in a shocking state . The father gets drunk and beats there , The mother she died last year : There's a story about ...
Side 343
... father . He became as good a friend , as good a master , and as good a man , as the good old city knew , or any other good old city , town , or borough , in the good old world . He had no further intercourse with Spirits , but lived ...
... father . He became as good a friend , as good a master , and as good a man , as the good old city knew , or any other good old city , town , or borough , in the good old world . He had no further intercourse with Spirits , but lived ...
Side 355
... tasted the sea , Welshmen all to the lungs and loins , who about the coast , ' twas said , Had saved some hundred lives apiece - at a shilling or so a - head ! So the father launched the lifeboat , in the teeth WOMEN OF MUMBLES HEAD . 355.
... tasted the sea , Welshmen all to the lungs and loins , who about the coast , ' twas said , Had saved some hundred lives apiece - at a shilling or so a - head ! So the father launched the lifeboat , in the teeth WOMEN OF MUMBLES HEAD . 355.
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Side 1049 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Side 1078 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Side 236 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Side 568 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Side 452 - 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!
Side 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
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!
Side 1049 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Side 657 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...