Exercises, Rules, and Hints on ElocutionWilliam Collins, Sons, 1881 - 130 páginas |
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... EXPRESSION . Taste and expression in reading are shown after something of the same principle which indicates the same requisites in singing - viz . , in modulating words and clauses according to their nature and character , and changing ...
... EXPRESSION . Taste and expression in reading are shown after something of the same principle which indicates the same requisites in singing - viz . , in modulating words and clauses according to their nature and character , and changing ...
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... expression , he leaves them to their own discretion , resolved to mark the use each made , of what he to their hands conveyed . The twelve days past , he comes once more , and brings their ponies to the door ; as home with them his ride ...
... expression , he leaves them to their own discretion , resolved to mark the use each made , of what he to their hands conveyed . The twelve days past , he comes once more , and brings their ponies to the door ; as home with them his ride ...
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... expression or a hasty word . " " There again / " said Mr. Haredale / " you have me at a great advantage . Your self - command— ” " Is not to be disturbed / when it will serve my purpose / you would say " -rejoined the other ...
... expression or a hasty word . " " There again / " said Mr. Haredale / " you have me at a great advantage . Your self - command— ” " Is not to be disturbed / when it will serve my purpose / you would say " -rejoined the other ...
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... very friendly . My Lord Mohun presently snuffed a candle , on which my lord viscount said , " Mohun , how monstrously awkward you are . drawer ! " Light the candle , you " Monstrous awkward is an awkward expression , my lord 40.
... very friendly . My Lord Mohun presently snuffed a candle , on which my lord viscount said , " Mohun , how monstrously awkward you are . drawer ! " Light the candle , you " Monstrous awkward is an awkward expression , my lord 40.
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George Walter Baynham. " Monstrous awkward is an awkward expression , my lord , " says the other . " Town gentlemen don't use such words , or ask pardon if they do . " " I'm a country gentleman , " says my lord viscount . " I see it by ...
George Walter Baynham. " Monstrous awkward is an awkward expression , my lord , " says the other . " Town gentlemen don't use such words , or ask pardon if they do . " " I'm a country gentleman , " says my lord viscount . " I see it by ...
Términos y frases comunes
accent arms Bardell beauty blessed blood breath bright brow Cæsar Canute Castlewood CATARACT OF LODORE child CHINESE PIG circumflex cried dark dead dear death doth dread earth Eliza Cook Esmond EXERCISE eyes face fame father fear fire Florac gentlemen give Glenara grace grave grief Grumph HAMLET hand happy HARRY hath hear heard heart heaven holy JANE John Anderson king lady land lassie light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Margate mind Moderate mother never Nevermore night o'er once ORLANDO Pathrick pause Peter Stone Pickwick QUEEN quoth Quoth the Raven ROSALIND round rule SARAH sarpint sleep Slow smile Sniggling sorrow soul Sound the vowel speak stood sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought tone trolls for fish twas virtue voice wave weep What's whistle Winkle words young
Pasajes populares
Página 31 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore.
Página 17 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Página 14 - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Página 25 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Página 32 - 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 ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 32 - What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Página 27 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 16 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 34 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 24 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.