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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... sweet- ness to its melody . In rhymed verse a terminal pause is necessary to bring out the consonance of the like endings , but in rendering our noble blank verse no greater fault can be committed than to make a stop , however slight ...
... sweet- ness to its melody . In rhymed verse a terminal pause is necessary to bring out the consonance of the like endings , but in rendering our noble blank verse no greater fault can be committed than to make a stop , however slight ...
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... sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling , —a song born out of the leaves and grasses and ... sweet ; oh , so sweet , hat it recalled to him many things he had imagined long THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN ...
... sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling , —a song born out of the leaves and grasses and ... sweet ; oh , so sweet , hat it recalled to him many things he had imagined long THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN ...
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... sweet trill of sound broke gently through the silence , -the innocent twittering voice of the little bird once more aroused him , first to a sense of wonder , then of wrath . Starting up impatiently he looked about him , and saw the ...
... sweet trill of sound broke gently through the silence , -the innocent twittering voice of the little bird once more aroused him , first to a sense of wonder , then of wrath . Starting up impatiently he looked about him , and saw the ...
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... sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass ...
... sweet birds every one , When rocked to rest on their mother's breast , As she dances about the sun . I wield the flail of the lashing hail , And whiten the green plains under , And then again I dissolve it in rain , And laugh as I pass ...
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... sweet words from one she worshipp'd , — ( Sweet , though every word a lie ! ) In the morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her ...
... sweet words from one she worshipp'd , — ( Sweet , though every word a lie ! ) In the morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her ...
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accent accompaniment Alfred Austin arms articulation audience Ballad beautiful bells body breathing Bregenz bronchi C. S. Calverley catarrh cavities character Charles Dickens chest child Christina G Clifford Harrison cold consonant sounds Cuckoo delivery Dream effect Ella Wheeler Wilcox elocutionist emotion English expression eyes face fact fingers gesture give glottis grace hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry human voice humour Injin inspiration larynx lips look Lord Lord Tennyson matter midriff motions mouth muscles nasal nasal cavities nature never night nose orator passages pause perfect pharynx Phil Blood phonation pieces pitch play poem position practice produced pyramids recitation with music requires rhetorical silent singing soft palate soul speaker speaking speech stage student sweet syllables things thou thought throat tion tone tongue utterance vibrations vocal chords vocal organs voice voice-production vowel vowel sounds words
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Page 1045 - 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 1074 - 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 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 our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 564 - 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 448 - 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 1073 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Page 723 - 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 450 - 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 1045 - 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 649 - 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...