Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments and for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public Readers with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg, 1913 - 601 páginas |
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... feet peer receive antique lenient inferior fear queer ravine caprice careering material gleam rear query machine period Presbyterian hear tear weary marine retreating superior The sixth vowel in the table , short ĕ as in mět , is ...
... feet peer receive antique lenient inferior fear queer ravine caprice careering material gleam rear query machine period Presbyterian hear tear weary marine retreating superior The sixth vowel in the table , short ĕ as in mět , is ...
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... feet Went crinkle - crinkle on the snow adown the long gas - lighted street ! An instant in the drug store's glare you stood as in a golden frame ! And then I swore it then and there - down to fame . - to hand your sweetness all this ...
... feet Went crinkle - crinkle on the snow adown the long gas - lighted street ! An instant in the drug store's glare you stood as in a golden frame ! And then I swore it then and there - down to fame . - to hand your sweetness all this ...
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... feet the avalanche , unheard , Shoots downward , glittering through the pure serene , Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast- Thou , too , again , stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head , awhile bowed low In adoration ...
... feet the avalanche , unheard , Shoots downward , glittering through the pure serene , Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breast- Thou , too , again , stupendous Mountain ! thou That as I raise my head , awhile bowed low In adoration ...
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... feet ; at the pluckiest blood in Europe , the English , and they skulked home to Jamaica . Now , if Cromwell was a general , at least this man was a soldier . -Wendell Phillips . THE ELEVATED CONVERSATIONAL VOICE It frequently happens ...
... feet ; at the pluckiest blood in Europe , the English , and they skulked home to Jamaica . Now , if Cromwell was a general , at least this man was a soldier . -Wendell Phillips . THE ELEVATED CONVERSATIONAL VOICE It frequently happens ...
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... feet , when he went down to Yorkshire after the Reform Bill had passed , the stalwart hunters of Yorkshire exclaimed , " What , that little shrimp , he carry the Reform Bill ! " " No , no , " said Smith , " he was a large man , but the ...
... feet , when he went down to Yorkshire after the Reform Bill had passed , the stalwart hunters of Yorkshire exclaimed , " What , that little shrimp , he carry the Reform Bill ! " " No , no , " said Smith , " he was a large man , but the ...
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Página 566 - 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...
Página 142 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 284 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Página 355 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Página 366 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Página 516 - MINE eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord : He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored ; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword : His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps : His day is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel : "...
Página 383 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 419 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 188 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it — ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay : Scaring the parson into fits. Frightening people out of their wits — Have you ever heard of that, I say ? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five : Georgius Secu'nius was then alive, — Snuffy old drone from the German hive.
Página 419 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.