Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 Seiten |
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... born blind ? Jesus answered , Neither hath this man sinned , nor his parents : but that the works of God should be made manifest in him . I must work the works of him that sent me , while it is day : the night cometh , when no man can ...
... born blind ? Jesus answered , Neither hath this man sinned , nor his parents : but that the works of God should be made manifest in him . I must work the works of him that sent me , while it is day : the night cometh , when no man can ...
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... born blind ? how then doth he now see ? His parents answered them and said , We know that this is our son , and that he was born blind : But by what means he now seeth , we know not ; or who hath opened his eyes , we know not : he is of ...
... born blind ? how then doth he now see ? His parents answered them and said , We know that this is our son , and that he was born blind : But by what means he now seeth , we know not ; or who hath opened his eyes , we know not : he is of ...
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... born , my summer child , as I call him because he was born on a midsummer - day , in the sum- mer hours both of my life and my fortune ; but only the pencil of a Correggio could represent those beautiful , kind , blue eyes , those ...
... born , my summer child , as I call him because he was born on a midsummer - day , in the sum- mer hours both of my life and my fortune ; but only the pencil of a Correggio could represent those beautiful , kind , blue eyes , those ...
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... Ah , good painter , you can't paint sound ! These and the little house where I was born , Low and little and black and old , With children , many as it can hold , All EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 139 An Order for a Picture, ALICE CARY.
... Ah , good painter , you can't paint sound ! These and the little house where I was born , Low and little and black and old , With children , many as it can hold , All EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 139 An Order for a Picture, ALICE CARY.
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... born of ambition . Let the ambition be a noble one , and who shall blame it ? I confess I did once aspire to be queen , not only of Palmyra , but of the East . That I am . I now aspire to remain so . Is it not an honorable ambition ...
... born of ambition . Let the ambition be a noble one , and who shall blame it ? I confess I did once aspire to be queen , not only of Palmyra , but of the East . That I am . I now aspire to remain so . Is it not an honorable ambition ...
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Seite 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Seite 410 - 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!
Seite 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Seite 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Seite 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Seite 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
Seite 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Seite 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...