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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... head and mouth , reaches a maximum when the lips are suddenly opened . Pronounce the word babe and pronounce the final until the sound of the consonant is distinctly apprehended . The subtonic m is made by a gentle compression of the ...
... head and mouth , reaches a maximum when the lips are suddenly opened . Pronounce the word babe and pronounce the final until the sound of the consonant is distinctly apprehended . The subtonic m is made by a gentle compression of the ...
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... head of the river begins . Yes , sir ; I'll take the river - road every time for a lovely trip ; sure connections and a good time , and no prairie dust blowing in at the windows . And yesterday , when the conductor came around for the ...
... head of the river begins . Yes , sir ; I'll take the river - road every time for a lovely trip ; sure connections and a good time , and no prairie dust blowing in at the windows . And yesterday , when the conductor came around for the ...
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Robert McLean Cumnock. IN AN ATELIER I pray you , do not turn your head ; and let your hands lie folded - So .. It was a dress like this , blood - red , that Dante liked so , long ago . You don't know Dante ? Never mind . He loved a lady ...
Robert McLean Cumnock. IN AN ATELIER I pray you , do not turn your head ; and let your hands lie folded - So .. It was a dress like this , blood - red , that Dante liked so , long ago . You don't know Dante ? Never mind . He loved a lady ...
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... head , if it did go down , Carried sunshine into the sea ! Out in the fields one summer night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ' rustling , and of the shade Of the high hills , stretching so still and far ...
... head , if it did go down , Carried sunshine into the sea ! Out in the fields one summer night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ' rustling , and of the shade Of the high hills , stretching so still and far ...
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... head's level ! " and , " Bully for you ! " Called him " Daddy " - and begged he ' d disclose The name of the tailor who made his clothes , And what was the value he set on those ; While Burns , unmindful of jeers and scoff , Stood there ...
... head's level ! " and , " Bully for you ! " Called him " Daddy " - and begged he ' d disclose The name of the tailor who made his clothes , And what was the value he set on those ; While Burns , unmindful of jeers and scoff , Stood there ...
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Annabel Lee arms Babie Bell beautiful bells breath Carcassonne catched Charles Dickens child chronometer watch Connor Craffud cried dead dear deer Dombey door eyes face father feet Fezziwig forever foxes gay beat girl give gray Gunga Din hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry Wadsworth Longfellow honor hundred Imph-m Isam Kate King kiss Lady of Shalott laugh light lips live look Lord Lord Tennyson ma'am madam married mind Minister morning mother musical musical scale never night Nora o'er Pickwick pint pray Precentor rose round Samuel Lover shout silence Sir Peter smile soul sound speak stood subtonic sure sweet tails tell thee there's thing thou thought tone tongue turned utterance vocal voice vowel Weel whustle wife wind woman words young
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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.