Voice, Speech and Gesture: A Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art, Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading, and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman J. Grant, 1912 - 1196 páginas |
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... fire and energy to his discourse , whenever he desires to bring these forces into play . " O , it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig- pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ear of the ...
... fire and energy to his discourse , whenever he desires to bring these forces into play . " O , it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig- pated fellow tear a passion to tatters , to very rags , to split the ear of the ...
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... fire after his crime had been accomplished . " Such is the power of vivid realisation and dramatic force . In recent years some steps have been taken towards securing the alliance of Music with Recitation ; and in this movement a ...
... fire after his crime had been accomplished . " Such is the power of vivid realisation and dramatic force . In recent years some steps have been taken towards securing the alliance of Music with Recitation ; and in this movement a ...
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... fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon , Glides glimmering o'er my fleece - like floor , By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet , Which only the angels hear , May have broken the woof of my tent's ...
... fire laden , Whom mortals call the moon , Glides glimmering o'er my fleece - like floor , By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet , Which only the angels hear , May have broken the woof of my tent's ...
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... fire above its soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For ...
... fire above its soft colours wove , While the moist earth was laughing below . I am the daughter of earth and water , And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change , but I cannot die . For ...
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... fire away ; flourish your gun and say , Ha ha ! whom have we here ? ' " I was as much aston- ished at the moment as if he had asked me to assassinate his mother . The scene must , I think , have been a forest . My reason for thinking so ...
... fire away ; flourish your gun and say , Ha ha ! whom have we here ? ' " I was as much aston- ished at the moment as if he had asked me to assassinate his mother . The scene must , I think , have been a forest . My reason for thinking so ...
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arms Babyland beautiful bells blood breath Bregenz bronchi captain's gig Cardenio catarrh child Chrysos Clifford Harrison cold cried Cuckoo Cynisca dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair fear gesture glottis hair hand Hans Vogel head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry Henry Irving human voice King knew Lady larynx light lips Little brother live look Lord Mary Mother Modus morning mouth mouth breathing never night o'er pass permission of Messrs pharynx phonation poem poor Poyser pray Pygmalion recitation rose round Sandalphon Scrooge silence singing Sister Helen smile soft soft palate song soul speak speech stood sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tongue Twas utterance voice wife wild wind woman words young
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Página 712 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 449 - surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore,— 'Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door — Perched...
Página 234 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 449 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Página 482 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 394 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Página 517 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Página 774 - Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-based promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let...
Página 579 - Aix" — for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank.
Página 1046 - Angels of rain and lightning : there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...