How to Develop Power and Personality in SpeakingFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1908 - 422 Seiten |
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... raising church debts in his dreams . Is it any wonder that his soul grows seedy , and that he becomes mentally round - shouldered and decrepit ? " 1 The first great requisite for the public speaker physically is a well - developed chest ...
... raising church debts in his dreams . Is it any wonder that his soul grows seedy , and that he becomes mentally round - shouldered and decrepit ? " 1 The first great requisite for the public speaker physically is a well - developed chest ...
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... raise them slowly until the hands meet as high as possible above the head . Clasp the hands tightly , hold the breath , make the upper chest and arms tense or rigid , then after a few moments gently relax , dropping the arms to the ...
... raise them slowly until the hands meet as high as possible above the head . Clasp the hands tightly , hold the breath , make the upper chest and arms tense or rigid , then after a few moments gently relax , dropping the arms to the ...
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... raise the shoulders up and down six times . Exhale very slowly . 8. The waist and abdomen . Stand erect , hands over ... raising the legs straight up above the head and allowing them to drop slowly down again . Also by raising the body ...
... raise the shoulders up and down six times . Exhale very slowly . 8. The waist and abdomen . Stand erect , hands over ... raising the legs straight up above the head and allowing them to drop slowly down again . Also by raising the body ...
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... raise the soft palate to give increased space at the back of the throat ; and aim through- out the practise to turn every particle of breath into clear pure tone . Altho the voice should be quite soft in this exercise , it should be ...
... raise the soft palate to give increased space at the back of the throat ; and aim through- out the practise to turn every particle of breath into clear pure tone . Altho the voice should be quite soft in this exercise , it should be ...
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... raised its head , And with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . " Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and ...
... raised its head , And with a look made of all sweet accord , Answer'd , " The names of those who love the Lord . " " And is mine one ? " said Abou . " Nay , not so , " Replied the angel . Abou spoke more low , But cheerily still ; and ...
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Apollyon arms audience beautiful bells body breath Capt chest child Christ Christian clouds dead death earth English eternal exercise expression faith father fear feeling fire forever give glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven heigh-ho Helon Henry Ward Beecher honor hope human Inhale Jack James Martineau John Henry Newman JOHN RUSKIN king L. A. BANKS Lady Hamilton laws light lips live look Lord Lyman Abbott Macedon master memory mental mind mouth nature never Newman night o'er peace Phillips Brooks practise pray prayer preacher preaching public speaker relax Scrooge sermon silent smile soul sound speak speech spirit stand stars style sweet tell thee things thou thought thousand throat throne tion tone truth turn unto voice Wendell Phillips WILLIAM WORDSWORTH words write
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Seite 378 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 113 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by From this day to the ending of the world But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile This day shall gentle his condition...
Seite 109 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Seite 390 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 382 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 412 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Seite 43 - 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 174 - But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do : for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. Be not ye therefore like unto them ; for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of before ye ask Him.
Seite 53 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 47 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.