How to read well in public and private, with readings from the best poets1873 |
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... marked by the following traits . The voice of the reader pleases the ear from its very sound . It is perfectly natural , being pitched in neither too high nor too low a key . Every word , every syllable is sounded distinctly . Care is ...
... marked by the following traits . The voice of the reader pleases the ear from its very sound . It is perfectly natural , being pitched in neither too high nor too low a key . Every word , every syllable is sounded distinctly . Care is ...
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... marked by the failing that has been pointed out , will do his utmost to correct his fault , and strive to read with proper emphasis and animation . He must be careful , however , to avoid one thing , namely , a tendency to go too far in ...
... marked by the failing that has been pointed out , will do his utmost to correct his fault , and strive to read with proper emphasis and animation . He must be careful , however , to avoid one thing , namely , a tendency to go too far in ...
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... marked emotion of any kind , or any appeal to the feelings of the listener , should be read at a moderate rate , free from hurry on the one hand , or drawling on the other . Passages which are characterized by tenderness , awe ...
... marked emotion of any kind , or any appeal to the feelings of the listener , should be read at a moderate rate , free from hurry on the one hand , or drawling on the other . Passages which are characterized by tenderness , awe ...
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... marked with the long mark [ — ] . A few examples of each kind of infection and of the monotone will be useful to the learner . Here are some on the rising infection . Ha ! langh's thon , Lochiel , my vision to sofra 119 If we are ...
... marked with the long mark [ — ] . A few examples of each kind of infection and of the monotone will be useful to the learner . Here are some on the rising infection . Ha ! langh's thon , Lochiel , my vision to sofra 119 If we are ...
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... marked by a loud , high , and quick utter- ance , given forth in an abrupt manner , and with a harsh guttural voice , the tones being chiefly characterized by the falling inflection . The following is an example of fear : Oh , SAVE me ...
... marked by a loud , high , and quick utter- ance , given forth in an abrupt manner , and with a harsh guttural voice , the tones being chiefly characterized by the falling inflection . The following is an example of fear : Oh , SAVE me ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anglo-Saxon Anjou arms Arth Baliol battle battle of Agincourt battle of Ivry battle of Morgarten bless blood born brave brother Cædmon called Cassell Cassell's Charles Charles of Anjou Cloth clouds colonies Coloured Conradin crown dark daughter DAVIDSON dead death deep defeated desert died Duke Duke of Guise Earl earth Edition Edward Edward III emotion Emperor England English eyes faith falling inflection father fear fire following poem France French glory Greek Guise hand hast hath Haughton's Manual heart heaven Henry Henry III horse Hubert Huguenots Hurrah John John Baliol King Latin light Lord loud Mayenne Navarre never night o'er Parliament pause peace Petter poet Prince Queen reader reign Roundheads Schiraz Schwyz Scotland Scottish Sicily side snow song Swiss sword thee thou throne tone troops Tubal Cain utterance voice Wales Welsh wild William wind word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Seite 177 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 159 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Seite 67 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Seite 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Seite 182 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 179 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Seite 43 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Seite 117 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Seite 128 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.