A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With Classified Illustrations : Suggested by and Arranged to Meet the Practical Difficulties of InstructionEldredge & Brother, 1870 - 408 páginas |
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... tell you that this is to me quite the most amazing among the phenomena of humanity . I am surprised at no depths to which , when once warped from its honor , that humanity can be degraded . I do not wonder at the miser's death , with ...
... tell you that this is to me quite the most amazing among the phenomena of humanity . I am surprised at no depths to which , when once warped from its honor , that humanity can be degraded . I do not wonder at the miser's death , with ...
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... tell the night that hides thy face , Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race , On Earth's sepulchral clod , The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality , Or shake his trust in God ! " THE LAST MAN . - Campbell . " Our thoughts are ...
... tell the night that hides thy face , Thou saw'st the last of Adam's race , On Earth's sepulchral clod , The darkening universe defy To quench his Immortality , Or shake his trust in God ! " THE LAST MAN . - Campbell . " Our thoughts are ...
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... Tell his comrades these words of his mother : All over the wide land to - day , The Rachels , who weep with each other , Together in agony pray . They know , in their great tribulation , By the blood of their children outpoured , We ...
... Tell his comrades these words of his mother : All over the wide land to - day , The Rachels , who weep with each other , Together in agony pray . They know , in their great tribulation , By the blood of their children outpoured , We ...
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... tell . - - On the other side it seems to be , Of the huge , broad - breasted , old oak - tree . " The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? -- There is not wind enough in air To move away MONOTONE . 63.
... tell . - - On the other side it seems to be , Of the huge , broad - breasted , old oak - tree . " The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? -- There is not wind enough in air To move away MONOTONE . 63.
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... tell me , Thekla ! That thou dost suffer with me , art convinced That I cannot act otherwise . " Max to Thekla . THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN . Schiller . - " Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate , Confirming , cleansing ...
... tell me , Thekla ! That thou dost suffer with me , art convinced That I cannot act otherwise . " Max to Thekla . THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN . Schiller . - " Grief should be Like joy , majestic , equable , sedate , Confirming , cleansing ...
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A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice M. S. Mitchell Vista completa - 1869 |
A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice M. S. Mitchell Vista completa - 1880 |
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angels Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath Bingen blessed breast breath Cæsar cloud cried dark dead death deep Dora Greenwell doth dream earth elocution eternal expression eyes faith fall fear feel feet flowers force forever friends give glory golden grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope human inflection John MacBride King Lars Porsena light live look Lord loud Macbeth melody mind Moscow mother nature never Nevermore night noble o'er pain passion pause peace pitch proud Queen Quoth the Raven Ring rising Robert Browning round semitone sentence silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stress sweet syllable tears tell Tennyson thee thine things thought Toll tone Trimeter true truth unto utterance voice weep wild wind word
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Página 146 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 61 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 142 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 343 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 278 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 341 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Página 269 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Página 233 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Página 343 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 388 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls ! what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ; Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.