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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... Round Tower at Jhansi Joan of Arc Keeper of the Light , The Lady Ellen , The Ballad of . Lakeland Story , A Legend of the East Window , The Mr. Harold Skimpole . Mr. Silas Wegg . Obstacle , An Ode to the Nightingale Ode to the West Wind ...
... Round Tower at Jhansi Joan of Arc Keeper of the Light , The Lady Ellen , The Ballad of . Lakeland Story , A Legend of the East Window , The Mr. Harold Skimpole . Mr. Silas Wegg . Obstacle , An Ode to the Nightingale Ode to the West Wind ...
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... round our vocabulary which necessitates vigilance and care on the part of those who desire to speak the Queen's English pure and undefiled . With respect to this margin , seeing that the old seats of learning differ in a few instances ...
... round our vocabulary which necessitates vigilance and care on the part of those who desire to speak the Queen's English pure and undefiled . With respect to this margin , seeing that the old seats of learning differ in a few instances ...
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... Round Tower at Jhansi . " By Chris- tina G. Rossetti . 26 . 29 . Music by Stanley Hawley . 66 In addition to the thirteen pieces enumerated above , there are six others by Mr. Stanley Hawley , published with English and German text ...
... Round Tower at Jhansi . " By Chris- tina G. Rossetti . 26 . 29 . Music by Stanley Hawley . 66 In addition to the thirteen pieces enumerated above , there are six others by Mr. Stanley Hawley , published with English and German text ...
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... Round him were ranks of his ragged folk , Their faces blackened with blood and smoke . " Clear me the Muscovite out ! " he cried , Then the name of " Allah ! " resounded wide , And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered , And ...
... Round him were ranks of his ragged folk , Their faces blackened with blood and smoke . " Clear me the Muscovite out ! " he cried , Then the name of " Allah ! " resounded wide , And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered , And ...
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... round made a screeching sound , and the pines roared overhead . Ay , Parson Pete was talking ; we called him Parson Pete , For you must learn he'd a talking turn , and handled things so neat ; He'd a preaching style , and a winning ...
... round made a screeching sound , and the pines roared overhead . Ay , Parson Pete was talking ; we called him Parson Pete , For you must learn he'd a talking turn , and handled things so neat ; He'd a preaching style , and a winning ...
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Voice, Speech and Gesture: A Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ... Robert D. Blackman Visualização integral - 1912 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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...