An Essay on Elocution: With Elucidatory Passages from Various Authors to which are Added Remarks on Reading Prose and Verse, with Suggestions to Instructors of the ArtW. C. Little, 1856 - 300 páginas |
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... waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . " OSSIAN . " In my distress I called upon the Lord , and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple , and my cry came before him 2 ...
... waves on high ; as the last peal of the thunder of heaven ; such is the noise of battle . " OSSIAN . " In my distress I called upon the Lord , and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple , and my cry came before him 2 ...
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... Wave , Munich , all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! VIII . Ah ! few shall part where many meet 24 ESSAY ON ELOCUTION .
... Wave , Munich , all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! VIII . Ah ! few shall part where many meet 24 ESSAY ON ELOCUTION .
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... wave , Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer ! Or , if gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight ! This mantle , to ...
... wave , Culloden ! that reeks with the blood of the brave . LOCHIEL . Go , preach to the coward , thou death - telling seer ! Or , if gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight ! This mantle , to ...
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... wave on the rock ! But woe to his kindred , and woe to his cause , When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd , Clanronald the dauntless , and Moray the proud ; All plaided and plumed in ...
... wave on the rock ! But woe to his kindred , and woe to his cause , When Albin her claymore indignantly draws ; When her bonnetted chieftains to victory crowd , Clanronald the dauntless , and Moray the proud ; All plaided and plumed in ...
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... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices all ye living souls : Ye birds , That singing up to heaven ...
... wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in sign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble , as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling tune his praise . Join voices all ye living souls : Ye birds , That singing up to heaven ...
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Página 74 - Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye ; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye ? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye. Give not that which is holy unto
Página 152 - wounds, poor poor dumb Here is himself—marr'd as you see. by traitors. mouths, And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Página 237 - each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay'd, The reverend champion stood, at his control, Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And
Página 151 - fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I and you and all of us fell down; Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. The dint of pity ! These are gracious drops. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel Kind souls ! What, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look
Página 73 - than meat, and the body than raiment ? Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly father fecdeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Which of you by taking thought, can add one cubit unto his stature ? And why take ye thought for
Página 72 - you, They have their reward. But thou, when thou fastest, anoint thine head and wash thy face ; that thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father which is in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret, shall reward thee openly. The light of the body is the eve: if therefore thine eye be single, thy
Página 280 - form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm orconvuls'd—in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving;—boundless, endless, and sublime—- The image of Eternity—the throne Of the invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 12 - For thou hast said in thine heart, I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of God ; I will sit, also, upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north; I will ascend above the heights of
Página 43 - He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow; his ways are everlasting. The mountains saw thee, and they trembled; the overflowing of the water passed by; the deep uttered his voice, and lifted up his hands on high.
Página 34 - With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change; all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb,