How to Speak: Exercises in Voice Culture and Articulation with Illustrative PoemsLittle, Brown, 1922 - 158 Seiten |
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... Field . Edwin Markham : " Lincoln , the Man of the People " and " France in Battle Flame . " G. P. Putnam's Sons : " Each in His Own Tongue , " by William H. Car- ruth . Bobbs - Merrill Company : " The Brook , " by James Whitcomb Riley ...
... Field . Edwin Markham : " Lincoln , the Man of the People " and " France in Battle Flame . " G. P. Putnam's Sons : " Each in His Own Tongue , " by William H. Car- ruth . Bobbs - Merrill Company : " The Brook , " by James Whitcomb Riley ...
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... Field . THE ROCK - A - BY LADY The Rock - a - By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing ; comes creeping ; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet , And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet- She bringeth her poppies to you ...
... Field . THE ROCK - A - BY LADY The Rock - a - By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing ; comes creeping ; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet , And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet- She bringeth her poppies to you ...
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... Field LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust , But sturdy and stanch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust , And his musket moulds in his hands . Time was when the little toy dog was new , And the ...
... Field LITTLE BOY BLUE The little toy dog is covered with dust , But sturdy and stanch he stands ; And the little toy soldier is red with rust , And his musket moulds in his hands . Time was when the little toy dog was new , And the ...
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... Field . There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold ; But one was out on the hills away , Far off from the gates of gold , - Away on the mountains wild and bare , Away from the tender Shepherd's care . " Lord ...
... Field . There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold ; But one was out on the hills away , Far off from the gates of gold , - Away on the mountains wild and bare , Away from the tender Shepherd's care . " Lord ...
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... field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over , Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture ! And though the ...
... field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush ; he sings each song twice over , Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture ! And though the ...
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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...