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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... sweet- ness to its melody . In rhymed verse a terminal pause is necessary to bring out the consonance of the like endings , but in rendering our noble blank verse no greater fault can be committed than to make a stop , however slight ...
... sweet- ness to its melody . In rhymed verse a terminal pause is necessary to bring out the consonance of the like endings , but in rendering our noble blank verse no greater fault can be committed than to make a stop , however slight ...
Side 240
... sweet birds singing in the boughs , -forgot indeed everything , except -himself ! —and his prayers , and his wisdom , and his burning desire to approach more closely every hour to that wondrous goal of the Divine from whence all life ...
... sweet birds singing in the boughs , -forgot indeed everything , except -himself ! —and his prayers , and his wisdom , and his burning desire to approach more closely every hour to that wondrous goal of the Divine from whence all life ...
Side 241
... sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling , - —a song born out of the leaves and grasses and ... sweet ; oh , so sweet , that it recalled to him many things he had imagined long ago forgotten , —almost he heard his ...
... sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling , - —a song born out of the leaves and grasses and ... sweet ; oh , so sweet , that it recalled to him many things he had imagined long ago forgotten , —almost he heard his ...
Side 245
... sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass ...
... sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass ...
Side 259
... sweet words from one she worshipp'd , - ( Sweet , though every word a lie ! ) In the morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her ...
... sweet words from one she worshipp'd , - ( Sweet , though every word a lie ! ) In the morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her ...
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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...