Masterpieces in English Literature, & Lessons in the English Language...J.W. Schermerhorn & Company, 1874 - 437 Seiten |
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... voice . This practice can hardly be too strongly urged . To facilitate this drill , a brief treatise is con- tained in the first series , showing the elements and principles of vocal expression , with striking examples to illustrate ...
... voice . This practice can hardly be too strongly urged . To facilitate this drill , a brief treatise is con- tained in the first series , showing the elements and principles of vocal expression , with striking examples to illustrate ...
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... voice of the dying man : That thee is sent , receive in buxomness ; * The wrestling of this world asketh a fall . Here is no home ! Here is but wilderness ! Forth , pilgrim , forth ! O beast , out of thy stall ! Look up on high and ...
... voice of the dying man : That thee is sent , receive in buxomness ; * The wrestling of this world asketh a fall . Here is no home ! Here is but wilderness ! Forth , pilgrim , forth ! O beast , out of thy stall ! Look up on high and ...
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... voice disdain . * Person ( Fr. personne , fr . Lat . persona , a mask , fr . personare , to sound through ) . Acc ... Voice ( Gr . ö ¥ ; Lat . vox , voice ; O. Fr. vois ; Fr. voix ) . Disdain ( Lat . dis , asunder , apart , not ; dignari ...
... voice disdain . * Person ( Fr. personne , fr . Lat . persona , a mask , fr . personare , to sound through ) . Acc ... Voice ( Gr . ö ¥ ; Lat . vox , voice ; O. Fr. vois ; Fr. voix ) . Disdain ( Lat . dis , asunder , apart , not ; dignari ...
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... voice : " Farewell , my child , I shall thee never see ! But sith I have thee marked with the crois , Of thilke father blessed mote thou be , That for us died upon a cross of tree : Thy soule , little child , I him betake , For this ...
... voice : " Farewell , my child , I shall thee never see ! But sith I have thee marked with the crois , Of thilke father blessed mote thou be , That for us died upon a cross of tree : Thy soule , little child , I him betake , For this ...
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... voice so smart That it well nigh destroyed hath mine heart . " Now say they thus : ' When Walter is agone , Then shall the blood of Janicle succeed And ben our lord , for other have we none . ' Such wordes saith my people , out of dread ...
... voice so smart That it well nigh destroyed hath mine heart . " Now say they thus : ' When Walter is agone , Then shall the blood of Janicle succeed And ben our lord , for other have we none . ' Such wordes saith my people , out of dread ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
adjective Analyze Apollyon Areopagitica Banquo behold Bunyan burthen By-ends called Christian Complete the analysis Comus death denotes doth dream English English language Enter equivalents evil eyes Faerie Queene fair Faithful father fear Fleance force gate give Goth grace Grimm's law Griseld hand hath hear heard heart heaven Hecate holy honor Hopeful John Bunyan Julius Cæsar king Lady Lady Macbeth language licensing live look Lord loud Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff means Milton mind moderate never night onomatopoetic Paradise Lost Pilgrim's Progress pilgrims pitch poet pray predicate queen quick religion Rosse SCENE sentence Shakespeare shepherds sleep slides soul sound speak Spenser spirits stress sweet synonymes talk tell Thane thee things thou art thou hast thought told truth unto verb voice walk wife wise word Write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 185 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 236 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks. Methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Seite 128 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the...
Seite 383 - The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage: Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; And he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the...
Seite 185 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Seite 185 - Golden bells ! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight ! From the molten-golden notes, And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon!
Seite 123 - To plague the inventor ; this even-handed Justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject. Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Seite 120 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Seite 122 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty,* frieze, Buttress, nor coign* of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Seite 300 - See that ye refuse not him that speaketh : for if they escaped not who refused him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven...