Elocution; Voice, Expression, Gesture for Use in Colleges and Schools and by Private StudentsRepublican Press Association, 1891 - Počet stran: 188 |
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Strana 19
... fields a pair of birds that had never built a nest nor seen a winter . Oh , how beautiful was everything ! The fields were full of flowers , and the grass was growing tall , and the bees were humming everywhere . - Henry Ward Beecher ...
... fields a pair of birds that had never built a nest nor seen a winter . Oh , how beautiful was everything ! The fields were full of flowers , and the grass was growing tall , and the bees were humming everywhere . - Henry Ward Beecher ...
Strana 27
... field and fallow , And many a fairy foreland set With willow - weed and mallow . I chatter , chatter as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I wind about , and in and out , With ...
... field and fallow , And many a fairy foreland set With willow - weed and mallow . I chatter , chatter as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go , But I go on forever . I wind about , and in and out , With ...
Strana 33
... , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand : the field is fought and won . " " Now , men ! now is your time ! Make ready ! take aim ! fire ! " " An hour passed on ; -the Turk awoke ; 3 OROTUND . 33.
... , like eagles in the sun , With bloody plumes the Irish stand : the field is fought and won . " " Now , men ! now is your time ! Make ready ! take aim ! fire ! " " An hour passed on ; -the Turk awoke ; 3 OROTUND . 33.
Strana 43
... field ; Five have I slain to - day , instead of him.— A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! -Shakespeare . Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your s God ...
... field ; Five have I slain to - day , instead of him.— A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! -Shakespeare . Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your s God ...
Strana 60
... field , or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And live forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow ! -set the wild echoes flying ; And answer , echoes , answer , Dying - dying - dying . " SONOROUS . The Sonorous Tone is made by ...
... field , or river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And live forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow ! -set the wild echoes flying ; And answer , echoes , answer , Dying - dying - dying . " SONOROUS . The Sonorous Tone is made by ...
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angel arms beautiful bells Ben Hur blessed blood Bobolink breast breath Bunker Hill monument Cæsar Chee-chee-chee clouds cried Cyrus Field darkness dead death Domremy dream earth echoes eternal eyes face fear feet fell feller fire forever gesture glory grave hair hand Hark head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha Jack Jonesville kape light LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER look Lord Macbeth Minnehaha mother mountain never night nixt noble o'er passed Rajput river River Ray Rizpah Rock of Ages roll round says Shakespeare shouted silence sing sleep smile song sorrow soul stars stood storm sweet tears Teen tell thee There's thing thou thought throne thunder Tis green Tommy tone Toussaint L'Ouverture trembling voice walked waves wheel whispered wild winds Winkle wonder word young
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Strana 46 - 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?
Strana 27 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Strana 26 - The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them...
Strana 146 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Strana 47 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian, But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Strana 148 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Strana 11 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Strana 38 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Strana 50 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Strana 69 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely.