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... arm - father - rather - card 3 at - ask - cat - apple - lap . or ale - cane - ace . has four pure tonics , proper to itself , and one borrowed common E has three tonics - two pure and proper , one borrowed or common I has three tonics ...
... arm - father - rather - card 3 at - ask - cat - apple - lap . or ale - cane - ace . has four pure tonics , proper to itself , and one borrowed common E has three tonics - two pure and proper , one borrowed or common I has three tonics ...
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... arms . And burning blushes spread o'er all her cheek . Let the pupil now go through the Table of Tonic Sounds , giving to every element its perfect sound , in a full , loud tone of voice , but without strain or painful effort . This ...
... arms . And burning blushes spread o'er all her cheek . Let the pupil now go through the Table of Tonic Sounds , giving to every element its perfect sound , in a full , loud tone of voice , but without strain or painful effort . This ...
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... arm eve bull ill arm ill- bull- bun- gone gone- hour honor . view hour horror true horror true- INFLECTION . 75.
... arm eve bull ill arm ill- bull- bun- gone gone- hour honor . view hour horror true horror true- INFLECTION . 75.
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George Vandenhoff. For now I feel you nigh , I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race ! O keep me pitiless ! Expel all human weakness from my frame , That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Should feel ...
George Vandenhoff. For now I feel you nigh , I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race ! O keep me pitiless ! Expel all human weakness from my frame , That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Should feel ...
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... arms , Glitt'ring in golden coats like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May , < And gorgeous as the sun at ... arm'd , con fuoco . Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , dolce ...
... arms , Glitt'ring in golden coats like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May , < And gorgeous as the sun at ... arm'd , con fuoco . Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury , And vaulted with such ease into his seat , dolce ...
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accented Adrastus antithesis articulation Baradas Bayard Taylor beauty breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius Charles Allston Collins Cicero clauses close cloth compound inflections death delivery diphthongal distinct doth E. G. Squier Edition Elements of Rhetoric Elocution emphasis of force EXAMPLES exercise expression eyes falling inflection Fcap feeling gesture give grace Gregsbury hand happy Harrison Weir hast hath heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher honour hope Huguet human voice Illustrations Intonation Julius Cæsar justice king language light live Lochinvar loose sentence lord Mabel Vaughan marked meaning mercy middle pause mind nature never o'er orator passage passion perfect perspicuity Post 8vo practice pronominal phrase prosodial Pugstyles rhythm rising inflection rules Shakspeare Shylock soul speak speaker speech spirit style syllables thee thou thought tion tone tonic sound truth utterance verse voice vowel vulgar Whately Whately's word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 385 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.
Seite 341 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Seite 349 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 308 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Seite 356 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Seite 391 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath; it is twice bless'd; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes...
Seite 355 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded?
Seite 190 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Seite 386 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 350 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty. That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.