Practice of Speech, and Successful SelectionsWm. M. Wikoff, 1889 - 364 Seiten |
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... wives | their children | and their coun- try hang on the decision of the hour . | Then words have lost their power | rhetoric is vain | and all elab- orate oratory contemptible . | Then , patriotism is eloquent | then self - devotion is ...
... wives | their children | and their coun- try hang on the decision of the hour . | Then words have lost their power | rhetoric is vain | and all elab- orate oratory contemptible . | Then , patriotism is eloquent | then self - devotion is ...
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... wives , and endeavoring , with brave words , spoken in old tones , to drive from their hearts the awful fear . We see them part ; we see the wife standing in the door , with the babe in her arms- standing in the sunlight , sobbing ; at ...
... wives , and endeavoring , with brave words , spoken in old tones , to drive from their hearts the awful fear . We see them part ; we see the wife standing in the door , with the babe in her arms- standing in the sunlight , sobbing ; at ...
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... . We see babies sold from the breasts of mothers . Cruelty unspeakable ! Outrage infinite ! Four million bodies in chains -- four million souls in fetters . All the sacred relations of wife , And Successful Selections .
... . We see babies sold from the breasts of mothers . Cruelty unspeakable ! Outrage infinite ! Four million bodies in chains -- four million souls in fetters . All the sacred relations of wife , And Successful Selections .
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Byron Wesley King. in fetters . All the sacred relations of wife , mother , father and child trampled beneath the brutal feet of might . And all this was done under our own beauti- ful banner of the free . We hear the roar and The broken ...
Byron Wesley King. in fetters . All the sacred relations of wife , mother , father and child trampled beneath the brutal feet of might . And all this was done under our own beauti- ful banner of the free . We hear the roar and The broken ...
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... wife - the best , best wife , sir- You came that night she died , a year ago . When my time comes , if I'm one - half as ready , The Lord will take me straight to heaven , I know . I had her picture hung above my table— Just think of it ...
... wife - the best , best wife , sir- You came that night she died , a year ago . When my time comes , if I'm one - half as ready , The Lord will take me straight to heaven , I know . I had her picture hung above my table— Just think of it ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
accent audience Bawne beauty blace bobolink body Bowser brakeman breath Cæsar circle circumflex close Close Vowel Connor dead dear diaphragm emotion emphasis emphatic exercises eyes face father feet firmly forward gesture give hand head hear heard heart heaven Helon ideas inflexion Julius Cæsar keep kiss knee Lariat left foot Limburg cheese lips look lover mind Morar mother move movement muscles mysen never Nevermore night Nora o'er the one-half one-half world pause pharynx phrase pitch posi position Practice prolonged Repeat right foot rise river Lee senseless things sentence shoulders shout sleep sorrow soul sound speak speaker stroke strong inflections subvocal sweet syllable tears teeth tell thee theer things thou thought throat tion tone tongue train turn utterance Vake ventriloquism vocal voice vowels words wrist
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Seite 115 - 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 traveler 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 125 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things : — Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. — Why did you bring these daggers from -the place ? They must lie there : go carry them ; and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Seite 114 - 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...
Seite 115 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make, With a bare bodkin?
Seite 22 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 134 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Seite 79 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 56 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Pray you, avoid it.
Seite 44 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps: His day is marching on.
Seite 130 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.