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 Charles William Deacon & Company, 1904 - 1196 pages |
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... dead , And a scorching sun in the sky o'erhead ; And the van of our troops was led that day By one whom nothing could stop nor stay ; When last I saw him ' twas six months since- He had changed in the time , yet I knew the " Prince ...
... dead , And a scorching sun in the sky o'erhead ; And the van of our troops was led that day By one whom nothing could stop nor stay ; When last I saw him ' twas six months since- He had changed in the time , yet I knew the " Prince ...
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... dead , and she is not wed ! But she loves me now , and she loved me then ; At the very first word that her sweet lips said , My heart grew youthful again . The Marchioness there , of Carabas , She is wealthy and young and handsome still ...
... dead , and she is not wed ! But she loves me now , and she loved me then ; At the very first word that her sweet lips said , My heart grew youthful again . The Marchioness there , of Carabas , She is wealthy and young and handsome still ...
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... dead 1 And the others shudder , and glance around- For they hear , growing nearer , an ominous sound In the woods - the dismal howl Of the wolves that after them stealthily prowl By open waste : -by dreary wood : - By rivers black and ...
... dead 1 And the others shudder , and glance around- For they hear , growing nearer , an ominous sound In the woods - the dismal howl Of the wolves that after them stealthily prowl By open waste : -by dreary wood : - By rivers black and ...
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... dead Had never groaned but twice ! " And now , from forth the frowning sky , From the heaven's topmost height , I heard a voice - the awful voice Of the blood - avenging Sprite : - Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead And hide it from my ...
... dead Had never groaned but twice ! " And now , from forth the frowning sky , From the heaven's topmost height , I heard a voice - the awful voice Of the blood - avenging Sprite : - Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead And hide it from my ...
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... Dead Man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up , as soon As light was in the sky , And sought the black accurséd pool With a wild misgiving eye , And I saw the Dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry . " Merrily rose ...
... Dead Man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up , as soon As light was in the sky , And sought the black accurséd pool With a wild misgiving eye , And I saw the Dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry . " Merrily rose ...
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Voice, Speech and Gesture: A Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ... Robert D. Blackman Affichage du livre entier - 1912 |
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arms beautiful bells bird blood Boffin breath Bregenz C. S. Calverley captain's gig Cardenio Charles Dickens child Christina G Chrysos Clifford Harrison cried Cuckoo Cynisca dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair father fear gesture give hair hand Hans Vogel head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry human voice King knew Lady larynx light lips listening Little brother live look Lord Mary Mother Modus morning never night o'er passed pause pharynx phonation poem poor Poyser pray Pygmalion recitation rose round Sandalphon Scrooge silence singing Sister Helen smile soft palate song soul sound speak speech stood sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tongue Twas utterance voice Wegg wife wild wind woman words young
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Page 1049 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Page 1078 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 236 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 568 - 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.
Page 452 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Page 727 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Page 454 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page 1049 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Page 657 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...