The lady's reader: with rules for a good style of reading aloudGeorge Vandenhoff 1862 |
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Side 106
... turning his eyes , he with rapture surveyed All the powerful charms she so nobly displayed : As when at the feast of the brave Alexander , Timotheus the musical son of Musander , Breathed notes to delight that victorious com- mander ! O ...
... turning his eyes , he with rapture surveyed All the powerful charms she so nobly displayed : As when at the feast of the brave Alexander , Timotheus the musical son of Musander , Breathed notes to delight that victorious com- mander ! O ...
Side 106
... turning his eyes , he with rapture surveyed All the powerful charms she so nobly displayed : As when at the feast of the brave Alexander , Timotheus the musical son of Musander , Breathed notes to delight that victorious com- mander ! O ...
... turning his eyes , he with rapture surveyed All the powerful charms she so nobly displayed : As when at the feast of the brave Alexander , Timotheus the musical son of Musander , Breathed notes to delight that victorious com- mander ! O ...
Side 113
... turning to Mrs. Miller , he asked her , " if she did not imagine the king looked as if he was touched : though he is , " said he , 66 a good actor , and doth all he can to hide it . Well , I would not have so much to answer for , as ...
... turning to Mrs. Miller , he asked her , " if she did not imagine the king looked as if he was touched : though he is , " said he , 66 a good actor , and doth all he can to hide it . Well , I would not have so much to answer for , as ...
Side 117
... turning short , " Tell me , " said he , " has that unnatural captain , sent you nothing , to relieve your distresses ? " " Call him not unnatural , " replied the other ; " God's blessing be upon him ! He sent me a great deal of money ...
... turning short , " Tell me , " said he , " has that unnatural captain , sent you nothing , to relieve your distresses ? " " Call him not unnatural , " replied the other ; " God's blessing be upon him ! He sent me a great deal of money ...
Side 121
... was born a beauty : from the dawn of reason , I had my regard turned wholly on myself , nor can miration . My mother , whose face had luckily ad- recollect anything earlier , than praise and ad- SELECTIONS FOR READING . 121.
... was born a beauty : from the dawn of reason , I had my regard turned wholly on myself , nor can miration . My mother , whose face had luckily ad- recollect anything earlier , than praise and ad- SELECTIONS FOR READING . 121.
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accent articulation ascending cadence Auld Robin Gray Bayard Taylor beauty beneath blessed breath bright called charms cheer Christopher Anstey cloth cried dear descending diphthongal DUKE E. G. Squier earth Edition Elocution elocutionary Enid eyes fat boy father Fcap Gabriel Grub Gaffer Gray Geraint give goblin grace grave hand happy Harrison Weir hear heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honour Illustrations John Brown Juliana king light look lord Mabel Vaughan marked mercy middle pause mother Necessary emphasis never night Number o'er old lady Partridge Pickwick pitch poet poor Post 8vo pronominal phrase pronunciation prose pupil Queen reader reading aloud replied rhythm sceptred sense sentence smile soul speaking speech style SUB-TONICS sweet syllables thee thou thought tion toast tone tonic sound utterance verse voice Wardle WASHINGTON IRVING wife wine word young
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Side 189 - O men with Sisters dear ! O men with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch - stitch - stitch, In poverty, hunger, and dirt, Sewing at once with a double thread, A Shroud as well as a Shirt.
Side 107 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Side 198 - A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears...
Side 189 - With fingers weary and worn. With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags. Plying her needle and thread — .stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger, and dirt ; And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich!— She sang this
Side 175 - Here woman reigns : the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ! In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Side 197 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 174 - A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth, Time-tutored age and love-exalted youth: The wandering mariner, whose eye explores The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores, Views not a realm so bountiful and fair, Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air ; In every clime the...
Side 200 - I saw the blue Rhine sweep along — I heard, or seemed to hear. The German songs we used to sing, in chorus sweet and clear; And down the pleasant river, and up the slanting hill, The echoing chorus sounded, through the evening calm and still; And her glad blue eyes were on me as we passed with friendly talk Down many a path beloved of...
Side 199 - Tell my sister not to weep for me, and sob with drooping head, When the troops come marching home again with glad and gallant tread, But to look upon them proudly, with a calm and steadfast eye, For her brother was a soldier, too, and not afraid to die.
Side 134 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; "Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us' to deliver Their land from error's chain.