Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430 Seiten |
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... eyes sat twenty thousand deaths , In thine hands clutched as many MILLIONS , in Thy lying tongue BOTH numbers , I would say , Thou LIEST . " 4 . But the deacon swore , ( as deacons do , With an " I dew vum , " or an " I tell yeou ...
... eyes sat twenty thousand deaths , In thine hands clutched as many MILLIONS , in Thy lying tongue BOTH numbers , I would say , Thou LIEST . " 4 . But the deacon swore , ( as deacons do , With an " I dew vum , " or an " I tell yeou ...
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... eyes . Once has the crescent moon Shone in the west , On little Lillian Taking her rest . 2 . Is there a lone mother Weeping dead hopes above , Who bade her boy do battle Tender with tears and love ? Mourns she over his ashes With many ...
... eyes . Once has the crescent moon Shone in the west , On little Lillian Taking her rest . 2 . Is there a lone mother Weeping dead hopes above , Who bade her boy do battle Tender with tears and love ? Mourns she over his ashes With many ...
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... eyes turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his knee , And all of a tremble stood . " Good wife , " he cried , " come out and see , The skies are as red as blood . " " God save us ! " cried the settler's ...
... eyes turned away , And no last word to say ! 3 . The little girl slid off his knee , And all of a tremble stood . " Good wife , " he cried , " come out and see , The skies are as red as blood . " " God save us ! " cried the settler's ...
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... eyes did go- Toll slowly ! And a sharp cry uttered he , in a foretold agony Of the headlong death below . Mrs. Browning . 4. Transitions . It is very important that the student in vocal culture be able to take any pitch at will , making ...
... eyes did go- Toll slowly ! And a sharp cry uttered he , in a foretold agony Of the headlong death below . Mrs. Browning . 4. Transitions . It is very important that the student in vocal culture be able to take any pitch at will , making ...
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... eyes on fire , In lightnings owned his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried hands , the strings . With woful measures , wan Despair Low sullen sounds ! - his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange ...
... eyes on fire , In lightnings owned his secret stings : In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried hands , the strings . With woful measures , wan Despair Low sullen sounds ! - his grief beguiled ; A solemn , strange ...
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angels answer arms bear beautiful bells better bless born breath child close cloud cold comes cried dark dead dear death deep died door dream drum earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel feet fell flowers followed friends give gone grave hand happy head hear heard heart Heaven hold hour Italy keep Lady land leave light live look Lord mind morning mother nature never night o'er once passed play poor rest Rich river rose round seemed Senator side sing sleep smile song soul sound speak stand stood strange sure sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought Toll turned voice wave wife wind young
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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...