Elocution: Or, Mental and Vocal Philosophy: Involving the Principles of Reading and Speaking ...Morton & Griswold, 1845 - 368 pages |
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... Rome and pour tal - low o - ver the broach of the pre - co - cious wid - ow Gross ; the whole corps of for - gers tore the tro - phy from the fel - low's nose , and told him to store it under the po - ten - tate's so - fa , where the de ...
... Rome and pour tal - low o - ver the broach of the pre - co - cious wid - ow Gross ; the whole corps of for - gers tore the tro - phy from the fel - low's nose , and told him to store it under the po - ten - tate's so - fa , where the de ...
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... Rome - was not built in a day . 10. Seek till you find , and you will not lose your labor . 11. An oak - is not felled by one stroke . 12. A display of courage often causes real cowardice . Party Spirit . The spirit of party - un ...
... Rome - was not built in a day . 10. Seek till you find , and you will not lose your labor . 11. An oak - is not felled by one stroke . 12. A display of courage often causes real cowardice . Party Spirit . The spirit of party - un ...
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... Rome- was built , 753 years before the christian era ; and the Roman empire - terminated 476 years after it ; what was its duration ? 5 . The tales of other times are like the calm dew of the morning , when the sun is faint on its side ...
... Rome- was built , 753 years before the christian era ; and the Roman empire - terminated 476 years after it ; what was its duration ? 5 . The tales of other times are like the calm dew of the morning , when the sun is faint on its side ...
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... year - has burst upon the shore Of earthly being - and its last low tones , Wandering in broken accents on the air Are dying to an echo . 136. In ancient Rome , an orator's educa- tion began PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION . 51.
... year - has burst upon the shore Of earthly being - and its last low tones , Wandering in broken accents on the air Are dying to an echo . 136. In ancient Rome , an orator's educa- tion began PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION . 51.
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... Rome , an orator's educa- tion began in infancy ; so should it be now ; the seeds of eloquence may be sown , when the child is on the maternal bosom ; the voice should be developed with the mind . If the child has good examples set him ...
... Rome , an orator's educa- tion began in infancy ; so should it be now ; the seeds of eloquence may be sown , when the child is on the maternal bosom ; the voice should be developed with the mind . If the child has good examples set him ...
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Page 307 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 190 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 283 - That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship. Nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird, Passes ; and yon clear spring, that midst its herbs Wells softly forth, and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. Thou hast not left Thyself...
Page 184 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Page 286 - True eloquence, indeed, does not consist in speech. It cannot be brought from far. Labor and learning may toil for it; but they will toil in vain. Words and phrases may be marshalled in every way; but they cannot compass it. It must exist in the man, in the subject, and in the occasion.
Page 184 - I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly ; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. — O that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
Page 258 - The brows of men, by the despairing light, Wore an unearthly aspect, as, by fits, The flashes fell upon them. Some lay down, And hid their eyes, and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up, With mad disquietude, on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses, cast them down upon the dust, And gnashed their teeth, and howled.
Page 126 - Hell-doomed, and breath'st defiance here and scorn, Where I reign king, and, to enrage thee more, Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings, Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.
Page 261 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 283 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun.