Elocution; Voice, Expression, Gesture for Use in Colleges and Schools and by Private StudentsRepublican Press Association, 1891 - Počet stran: 188 |
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... wild charge they made ! All the world wondered . Honor the charge they made ! Honor the Light Brigade , Noble Six Hundred . - Tennyson . Examples of Awe . " Silence , how dead ! darkness , how profound ! No eye , nor listening ear an ...
... wild charge they made ! All the world wondered . Honor the charge they made ! Honor the Light Brigade , Noble Six Hundred . - Tennyson . Examples of Awe . " Silence , how dead ! darkness , how profound ! No eye , nor listening ear an ...
Strana 45
... , and all along our van " Remember Saint Bartholomew ! was passed from to man . -Macaulay . " Hark ! they whisper , angels say , ' Sister spirit , come away . " " Breathe it not aloud : the wild winds must ASPIRATE . 45 Aspirate ·
... , and all along our van " Remember Saint Bartholomew ! was passed from to man . -Macaulay . " Hark ! they whisper , angels say , ' Sister spirit , come away . " " Breathe it not aloud : the wild winds must ASPIRATE . 45 Aspirate ·
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Sarah Neal Harris. " Breathe it not aloud : the wild winds must not hear it . " " Hush ! hark ! Did stealing steps go by ? Come not faint whispers near ? " " Heard ye the whisper of the breeze , As soft it murmured by Amid the shadowy ...
Sarah Neal Harris. " Breathe it not aloud : the wild winds must not hear it . " " Hush ! hark ! Did stealing steps go by ? Come not faint whispers near ? " " Heard ye the whisper of the breeze , As soft it murmured by Amid the shadowy ...
Strana 49
... wild sport of your blazing thrones ; Till Anarchy comes down on you like night , And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave . " You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o ' the rotten fens , -whose loves I prize As the dead ...
... wild sport of your blazing thrones ; Till Anarchy comes down on you like night , And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave . " You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o ' the rotten fens , -whose loves I prize As the dead ...
Strana 50
... wild horses ' heels ; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock , That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight ; yet will I still Be thus to them . " PECTORAL . The Pectoral Quality gives expression to deep - seated ...
... wild horses ' heels ; Or pile ten hills on the Tarpeian rock , That the precipitation might down stretch Below the beam of sight ; yet will I still Be thus to them . " PECTORAL . The Pectoral Quality gives expression to deep - seated ...
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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.