Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 sider |
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Side 17
... turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his knee , And all of a tremble stood . " Good wife , " he cried , " come out and see , The skies are as red as blood . " " God save us ! " cried the settler's wife ...
... turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his knee , And all of a tremble stood . " Good wife , " he cried , " come out and see , The skies are as red as blood . " " God save us ! " cried the settler's wife ...
Side 26
... turning , upon the highest and sharpest pitch possible ? The minister who preaches upon an even pitch , whether high or low , lulls his audience to sleep . The high voice is at first offensive to the ear , but bye and bye the sameness ...
... turning , upon the highest and sharpest pitch possible ? The minister who preaches upon an even pitch , whether high or low , lulls his audience to sleep . The high voice is at first offensive to the ear , but bye and bye the sameness ...
Side 28
... turned from the sublime to the ridiculous by the weight of a hair . Strength , flexibility and melody of voice are of little worth if the judgment and the taste are defective . When reading is considered and treated as a branch of ...
... turned from the sublime to the ridiculous by the weight of a hair . Strength , flexibility and melody of voice are of little worth if the judgment and the taste are defective . When reading is considered and treated as a branch of ...
Side 64
... turned to their guns once more . Then Jessie said , " The slogan's dune , But can ye no hear them , noo ? The Campbells are comin ! It's nae a dream , Our succors hae broken through ! " We heard the roar and the rattle afar , But the ...
... turned to their guns once more . Then Jessie said , " The slogan's dune , But can ye no hear them , noo ? The Campbells are comin ! It's nae a dream , Our succors hae broken through ! " We heard the roar and the rattle afar , But the ...
Side 72
... Turned , all of a sudden , exceedingly pale , And sat himself down to weep and to wail , For , soon as he saw the garment , poor Peter , Made up his mind in very short meter , That Thisbe was dead , and the lion had eat her ! So ...
... Turned , all of a sudden , exceedingly pale , And sat himself down to weep and to wail , For , soon as he saw the garment , poor Peter , Made up his mind in very short meter , That Thisbe was dead , and the lion had eat her ! So ...
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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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Side 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...
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...