A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With Classified Illustrations : Suggested by and Arranged to Meet the Practical Difficulties of InstructionEldredge & Brother, 1870 - 408 Seiten |
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... passions which they are able to excite . There is no country in the world which has nobler ideas embodied in more ... passion ; guide enthusiasm in a right direction ; and speak out in the high language of men to a nation of men ...
... passions which they are able to excite . There is no country in the world which has nobler ideas embodied in more ... passion ; guide enthusiasm in a right direction ; and speak out in the high language of men to a nation of men ...
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... passion . The progress of the voice in speak- ing is called Melody . For plain narrative or simple thought we use the Diatonic Melody ; in giving utterance to complaint , pity , tender supplication , & c . , the Chromatic Melody ...
... passion . The progress of the voice in speak- ing is called Melody . For plain narrative or simple thought we use the Diatonic Melody ; in giving utterance to complaint , pity , tender supplication , & c . , the Chromatic Melody ...
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... passion from her path . By that victorious hand despair was slain . With love she vanquished hate and overcame Evil with good , in her Great Master's name . ' THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE . - Bryant . " He did but float a little way Adown the ...
... passion from her path . By that victorious hand despair was slain . With love she vanquished hate and overcame Evil with good , in her Great Master's name . ' THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE . - Bryant . " He did but float a little way Adown the ...
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... passion or violent feeling is not expressed . Illustrations . - " No education deserves the name , unless it develops thought , unless it pierces down to the mysterious spiritual principle of mind , and starts that into activity and ...
... passion or violent feeling is not expressed . Illustrations . - " No education deserves the name , unless it develops thought , unless it pierces down to the mysterious spiritual principle of mind , and starts that into activity and ...
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... passion : it is heard when the violence of emotion is beyond the control of the will , evidencing a sudden ecstasy of terror , anger , or any other form of overpowering excitement . Being heard only in the extremes of abrupt emotion ...
... passion : it is heard when the violence of emotion is beyond the control of the will , evidencing a sudden ecstasy of terror , anger , or any other form of overpowering excitement . Being heard only in the extremes of abrupt emotion ...
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angels Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath Bingen blessed breast breath Cæsar cloud cried dark dead death deep Dora Greenwell doth dream earth elocution eternal expression eyes faith fall fear feel feet flowers force forever friends give glory golden grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope human inflection John MacBride King Lars Porsena light live look Lord loud Macbeth melody mind Moscow mother nature never Nevermore night noble o'er pain passion pause peace pitch proud Queen Quoth the Raven Ring rising Robert Browning round semitone sentence silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stress sweet syllable tears tell Tennyson thee thine things thought Toll tone Trimeter true truth unto utterance voice weep wild wind word
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Seite 146 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 61 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 142 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Seite 343 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Seite 278 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Seite 341 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Seite 269 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Seite 233 - But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 343 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 388 - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls ! what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ; Here is himself, marred, as you see, with traitors.