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 páginas |
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... Dead Ship , The . Death Potion , The Dot Baby off Mine Anon .. Kate Douglas Wiggin . Oliver Wendell Holmes Henry W. Longfellow . • Charles F. Adams Anon . Colonel John Hay John G. Whittier 872 916 848 Ella Wheeler Wilcox 903 · John G ...
... Dead Ship , The . Death Potion , The Dot Baby off Mine Anon .. Kate Douglas Wiggin . Oliver Wendell Holmes Henry W. Longfellow . • Charles F. Adams Anon . Colonel John Hay John G. Whittier 872 916 848 Ella Wheeler Wilcox 903 · John G ...
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... dead | by the corpse | of his bride . From these considerations it will be seen that to read poetry well special attention must be given to the rhythmic effect , altogether apart from other rhetorical excellencies . The poet will have ...
... dead | by the corpse | of his bride . From these considerations it will be seen that to read poetry well special attention must be given to the rhythmic effect , altogether apart from other rhetorical excellencies . The poet will have ...
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... Dead Ship " ( Lizette Woodworth Reese ) , " A Legend of the East Window " ( Hubert Cutler ) , " A. Year's Spinning " ( E. B. Browning ) , and " The Death Potion " ( Lizette Woodworth Reese ) . The settings to these are of a more simple ...
... Dead Ship " ( Lizette Woodworth Reese ) , " A Legend of the East Window " ( Hubert Cutler ) , " A. Year's Spinning " ( E. B. Browning ) , and " The Death Potion " ( Lizette Woodworth Reese ) . The settings to these are of a more simple ...
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... Dead Poet's Love " is a Hungarian legend so grotesque in conception that no audience could take it seriously . It is very long and the music is not striking . Tolstoi's ballad , " The Blind Minstrel , " is also long and dull , in spite ...
... Dead Poet's Love " is a Hungarian legend so grotesque in conception that no audience could take it seriously . It is very long and the music is not striking . Tolstoi's ballad , " The Blind Minstrel , " is also long and dull , in spite ...
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... plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning star shines dead . As on the jag of a mountain crag , Which an earthquake rocks and swings , An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light THE CLOUD . 245.
... plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning star shines dead . As on the jag of a mountain crag , Which an earthquake rocks and swings , An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light THE CLOUD . 245.
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arms beautiful bells blood Boffin breath Bregenz bronchi captain's gig Cardenio catarrh child Chrysos Clifford Harrison cried Cuckoo Cynisca dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair father fear gesture glottis hair hand Hans Vogel head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry Henry Irving human voice King knew Lady larynx light lips Little brother live look Lord Mary Mother Modus morning mouth never Nevermore night o'er pass permission of Messrs pharynx phonation poem poor Poyser pray prayer Pygmalion recitation rose round Sandalphon Scrooge silence singing Sister Helen smile soft palate song soul sound speak speech stood sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tongue Twas utterance voice vowel Wegg wife wild wind woman words young
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Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...