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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... rose up in haste and wrath , and going out before them said— " Depart from me , ye accursed crew of wicked world- lings ! Why have ye sought me out , and what have I to do with your petty miseries ? Lo , ye have brought the evils of ...
... rose up in haste and wrath , and going out before them said— " Depart from me , ye accursed crew of wicked world- lings ! Why have ye sought me out , and what have I to do with your petty miseries ? Lo , ye have brought the evils of ...
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... rose raven - haired and tall , And our stern glances quailed before one sterner far than all ; " Both food and wine , " she said , " I have ; I meant them for the dead , " But ye are living still , and so let them be yours instead ...
... rose raven - haired and tall , And our stern glances quailed before one sterner far than all ; " Both food and wine , " she said , " I have ; I meant them for the dead , " But ye are living still , and so let them be yours instead ...
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... rose up from roots of ice , as there unnerved 1 stood And watched the only thing that stirred - the ripple of the blood . That woman's voice was heard at length , it broke the solemn spell , And human fear displacing awe upon our ...
... rose up from roots of ice , as there unnerved 1 stood And watched the only thing that stirred - the ripple of the blood . That woman's voice was heard at length , it broke the solemn spell , And human fear displacing awe upon our ...
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... ever , Lord , Thou know'st , sing thus for Thee ; Thus in our hearts Thy hymns are ever sung , As he Thou blessest sings them with his tongue . " But as the voice rose higher , and more sweet 278 MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS .
... ever , Lord , Thou know'st , sing thus for Thee ; Thus in our hearts Thy hymns are ever sung , As he Thou blessest sings them with his tongue . " But as the voice rose higher , and more sweet 278 MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS .
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... rose higher , and more sweet , The abbot's heart said : " Thou hast heard us grieve , And sent an angel from beside Thy feet , To sing Magnificat on Christmas Eve ; To ease our ache of soul , and let us see How we some day in heaven ...
... rose higher , and more sweet , The abbot's heart said : " Thou hast heard us grieve , And sent an angel from beside Thy feet , To sing Magnificat on Christmas Eve ; To ease our ache of soul , and let us see How we some day in heaven ...
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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...