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 18
... young , Full at Fitz - James's throat he sprung . — Scott . " The war that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering , swell'd the gale , And , Stanley ! was the cry ; A light on Marmion's vision spread , And fired his glazing eye ...
... young , Full at Fitz - James's throat he sprung . — Scott . " The war that for a space did fail , Now trebly thundering , swell'd the gale , And , Stanley ! was the cry ; A light on Marmion's vision spread , And fired his glazing eye ...
Strana 20
... young lady . A third young lady said it was elegant , and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was " swan - like . " " I should be very happy , I'm sure , " said Mr. Winkle , redden- ing ; " but I have no skates . ' This objection was ...
... young lady . A third young lady said it was elegant , and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was " swan - like . " " I should be very happy , I'm sure , " said Mr. Winkle , redden- ing ; " but I have no skates . ' This objection was ...
Strana 44
... young Lochinvar is come out of the West ! Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And , save his good broadsword , he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So faithful in love , so dauntless in ...
... young Lochinvar is come out of the West ! Through all the wide border his steed was the best ; And , save his good broadsword , he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed , and he rode all alone . So faithful in love , so dauntless in ...
Strana 45
... young Lochinvar . " " Deep silence fell on all around : Through that dense crowd Was heard no sound of step or word . " -Scott . Or whispering " The foe ! They come ! they come To bed , to bed ; there ' s knocking at the gate . Come ...
... young Lochinvar . " " Deep silence fell on all around : Through that dense crowd Was heard no sound of step or word . " -Scott . Or whispering " The foe ! They come ! they come To bed , to bed ; there ' s knocking at the gate . Come ...
Strana 50
... nature , Are burned and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul , freeze thy young blood 50 ELOCUTION . Pectoral.
... nature , Are burned and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul , freeze thy young blood 50 ELOCUTION . Pectoral.
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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.