The Speaker; Or Miscellaneous Pieces: Selected from the Best English Writers, Disposed Under Proper Heads for the Improvement of Youth, in Reading and Speaking; to which is Prefixed An Essay on ElocutionJoseph Larkin, 1808 - 400 páginas |
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... inflections and varia- tions to the voice , which nature requires : and it is for want of this previous study more per- haps than from any other cause , that we so oft- A en hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or ELOCUTION .
... inflections and varia- tions to the voice , which nature requires : and it is for want of this previous study more per- haps than from any other cause , that we so oft- A en hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or ELOCUTION .
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... hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or with no emphasis at all , that is with a stupid monotony . Much study and pains are necessa- ry in acquiring the habit of just and forcible pro- nunciation ; and it can only be the effect ...
... hear persons read with an improper emphasis , or with no emphasis at all , that is with a stupid monotony . Much study and pains are necessa- ry in acquiring the habit of just and forcible pro- nunciation ; and it can only be the effect ...
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... hear over their heads . He said he had come last from Spain , where he had been from the furthest borders of Franconia : and had got so far on his return home , when his ass died . ery one seemed desirous to know what business could Ev ...
... hear over their heads . He said he had come last from Spain , where he had been from the furthest borders of Franconia : and had got so far on his return home , when his ass died . ery one seemed desirous to know what business could Ev ...
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... hear them more dis tinctly - Tis Maria ; said the postillion , observing was listening - Poor Maria , continued he , ( leaning his body on one side to let me see her , for he was in a line between us ) is sitting upon a bank playing her ...
... hear them more dis tinctly - Tis Maria ; said the postillion , observing was listening - Poor Maria , continued he , ( leaning his body on one side to let me see her , for he was in a line between us ) is sitting upon a bank playing her ...
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... → some time , but not now , I may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips but I was deceived ; for that moment she took her pipe , and told me such a tale of woe with . it , that I rose up , and with broken NARRATIVE PIECES . 37.
... → some time , but not now , I may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips but I was deceived ; for that moment she took her pipe , and told me such a tale of woe with . it , that I rose up , and with broken NARRATIVE PIECES . 37.
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Página 15 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Página 16 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página 372 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason! — Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, And I must pause till it come back to me.
Página 376 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind. Which I respect not.
Página 277 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Página 58 - I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not intentively...
Página 108 - In the bright muse, tho' thousand charms conspire, Her voice is all these tuneful fools admire; Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Página 364 - O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Página 284 - The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams : Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film : Her...