The Art of Interpretative Speech: Principles and Practices of Effective ReadingF. S. Crofts & Company, 1927 - 385 Seiten |
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... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus , in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . THOMAS MOORE . THE AMERICAN WAR It is this accursed American War that has led us ...
... dead , And all but he departed ! Thus , in the stilly night , Ere Slumber's chain hath bound me , Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me . THOMAS MOORE . THE AMERICAN WAR It is this accursed American War that has led us ...
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... dead . " " Dead , " clamor'd the good woman ; " hear him talk ! I warrant , man , that we shall bring you round . " " Swear , " added Enoch , sternly , " on the book . " And on the book , half - frighted , Miriam swore . Then Enoch ...
... dead . " " Dead , " clamor'd the good woman ; " hear him talk ! I warrant , man , that we shall bring you round . " " Swear , " added Enoch , sternly , " on the book . " And on the book , half - frighted , Miriam swore . Then Enoch ...
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... dead , In Breton churchyard , when the cold wind sighs Through the stripped branches , weaving overhead Fantastic webs against the wintry skies . They do not heed the hurrying snow that covers Their unremembered names , -Margaret , and ...
... dead , In Breton churchyard , when the cold wind sighs Through the stripped branches , weaving overhead Fantastic webs against the wintry skies . They do not heed the hurrying snow that covers Their unremembered names , -Margaret , and ...
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... dead feet travel in a row ; I see the torn leaves falling where they go ; And I , a sleeping stone Age blown . I hear the red winds of the west arise ; I see strange , wide and watchful , waiting eyes ; And I , a thing of dust In trust ...
... dead feet travel in a row ; I see the torn leaves falling where they go ; And I , a sleeping stone Age blown . I hear the red winds of the west arise ; I see strange , wide and watchful , waiting eyes ; And I , a thing of dust In trust ...
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... dead ? Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in your veins , that you do crouch and cower like a be- laboured hound beneath his master's lash ? HERE IS THIS NIGHT ELIJAH KELLOGG . What though the day was full of weariness , With many a ...
... dead ? Is the old Grecian spirit frozen in your veins , that you do crouch and cower like a be- laboured hound beneath his master's lash ? HERE IS THIS NIGHT ELIJAH KELLOGG . What though the day was full of weariness , With many a ...
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Amy Lowell Annabel Lee arms ARTHUR MACHEN artist audience beautiful birds blood boomlay breath Brutus Carl Sandburg Cassius Chicago Poems Chris dark dead dear death Dick dreams earth Elaine emotional eyes face fear feel FitzPatrick girl give got-um Gunga Din hand hath head hear heart Henrietta hills hyeh Iago interpretation JOHN GOULD FLETCHER Kate Katherine Lady laugh light lips live look Lord Macbeth MADISON CAWEIN meaning moon never night o'er Orlando passages peace permission of Henry Petruchio pitch poem reading rendezvous with Death rhythm Romeo Rosalind Rough Red sense sentence SHAKESPEARE silence singing Sir Harry sleep slide smile song soul sound speak speech stand stars sweet syllable talk tell thee things Thomas Bird Mosher thou thought VACHEL LINDSAY voice walk wild wind words
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Seite 159 - That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Seite 7 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Seite 22 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Seite 145 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes ! O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow...
Seite 193 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. 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 83 - Here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore;" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore.
Seite 323 - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Seite 151 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Seite 85 - said I, " thing of evil — prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: 130 Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore! " Quoth the Raven,
Seite 15 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone; Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.