A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysisT. Laurie, 1869 - 432 páginas |
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... light streamed down upon it . It would be well if this popular and genteel affectation of indifference were productive of no more baneful results than a form of expression at the worst meaningless or absurd . For life is real and ...
... light streamed down upon it . It would be well if this popular and genteel affectation of indifference were productive of no more baneful results than a form of expression at the worst meaningless or absurd . For life is real and ...
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... light of intelligence and science , we furnish the following remarks and illustrations on THE VOCAL ORGANS . The LARYNX is the organ of voice , although in the vocal modifications , and in the utterance of articulate speech , it is ...
... light of intelligence and science , we furnish the following remarks and illustrations on THE VOCAL ORGANS . The LARYNX is the organ of voice , although in the vocal modifications , and in the utterance of articulate speech , it is ...
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... light in which we are to regard it . But if " the Almighty , " which is classed in the same column , be distinguished by precisely the same in- tonation and emphasis , it will detract from " Power " being a conspicuous and important ...
... light in which we are to regard it . But if " the Almighty , " which is classed in the same column , be distinguished by precisely the same in- tonation and emphasis , it will detract from " Power " being a conspicuous and important ...
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... Seeming estranged . Where the lamps quiver , Far down in the river , With many a light From window and casement , From garret to basement , - Houseless by night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver THE PASSIONS . 39.
... Seeming estranged . Where the lamps quiver , Far down in the river , With many a light From window and casement , From garret to basement , - Houseless by night . The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver THE PASSIONS . 39.
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... triumphant singing , After cold , silent months the woods among ; And by the rending of the frozen chains , Which bound the glorious rivers on their plains . " Deem not the words of light which here were 40 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
... triumphant singing , After cold , silent months the woods among ; And by the rending of the frozen chains , Which bound the glorious rivers on their plains . " Deem not the words of light which here were 40 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
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Términos y frases comunes
actor Antony battle bear Bianca blood bosom brave breast Brutus C. H. SPURGEON Cæsar Casca character Christ Christian Covenanters dark dead dear death Demosthenes divine door doth ducats Duke earth Elocution eternal eyes father Fazio feeling give Glorious glory grace grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Highland Hills honour hope human Jesus justice labour land larynx laws liberty light living look Lord Mark Antony mind moral nature never Nevermore night noble o'er orator prayers pride principle Quoth the Raven religion Ring Robert Burns scene sentence shore Shylock smile soul speak spirit St Pier suffered SURPLUS LABOUR sweet sword tears tell thee things THOMAS CHALMERS thou art thought tion tone true utterance Vere de Vere voice wild words
Pasajes populares
Página 45 - 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.
Página 81 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 139 - 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 !" Quoth the Raven,
Página 385 - Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Página 390 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the " Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 348 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 386 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended.
Página 347 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Página 51 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 45 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others