How to Speak: Exercises in Voice Culture and Articulation with Illustrative PoemsLittle, Brown, 1922 - 158 Seiten |
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... eyes and sense it . Step back from this position and then take it again with the eyes shut . Look in the mirror again to see that it is right . Repeat this process many times till you are able to do it mechanically . This stepping ...
... eyes and sense it . Step back from this position and then take it again with the eyes shut . Look in the mirror again to see that it is right . Repeat this process many times till you are able to do it mechanically . This stepping ...
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... eyes ; Sleep to the singing of mother - bird swinging— Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a star- Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling- Calling and tinkling the ...
... eyes ; Sleep to the singing of mother - bird swinging— Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a star- Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling- Calling and tinkling the ...
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... eyes that are weary , my sweet , For the Rock - a - By Lady from Hushaby street , With poppies that hang from her head to her feet , Comes stealing ; comes creeping . -Eugene Field LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust ...
... eyes that are weary , my sweet , For the Rock - a - By Lady from Hushaby street , With poppies that hang from her head to her feet , Comes stealing ; comes creeping . -Eugene Field LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust ...
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... eyes of conscience testing every stroke , To make his deed the measure of a man . He built the rail - pile as he built the State , Pouring his splendid strength through every blow : The grip that swung the ax in Illinois Was on the pen ...
... eyes of conscience testing every stroke , To make his deed the measure of a man . He built the rail - pile as he built the State , Pouring his splendid strength through every blow : The grip that swung the ax in Illinois Was on the pen ...
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... eye and pointed beard ? Well , that Is Uncle Sam . He will not seek a fight ; Would rather suffer long to keep the peace And never dodges at a random shot . But after patience and forbearance cease To bear the fruit of virtue , he is ...
... eye and pointed beard ? Well , that Is Uncle Sam . He will not seek a fight ; Would rather suffer long to keep the peace And never dodges at a random shot . But after patience and forbearance cease To bear the fruit of virtue , he is ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. P. Watt Alfred Tennyson audience Bar-Lass blow chest comes consonant correct dear lad diaphragm dreams drills drop drum Edmund Vance Cooke Edwin Markham Eugene Field exercises explosive expression eyes Fellow My Lad flag following poems force forming France give glottis Hallelujah hard palate hear heard heart Henry Wadsworth Longfellow humming John Greenleaf Whittier keep lifted lips listening Little town long oo Lord lower ribs lungs mental mouth muscles never night nostrils o'er organs of speech overtones pause pitch position practice pronounce pronunciation Recite the following resonance chambers rhythm Ring Rudyard Kipling scale short singing sleep soft soft palate song speaker speaking stars sternum strong strong inflection sweet syllables teacher thee thou throat to-day tone tongue too,too trying upper vocal cords voice vowel vowel sounds wild words Young Fellow
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Seite 82 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Seite 95 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 140 - If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, On watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
Seite 71 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Seite 43 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Seite 96 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses; I linger by my shingly bars; I loiter round my cresses; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river: For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 70 - When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it— lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew. And those that were good shall be happy: they shall sit in a golden chair; They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets
Seite 81 - And a feeling of sadness conies o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 70 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. 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 121 - BREAK, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad. That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will...