New Elocution and Vocal CultureAmerican book Company, 1883 - 504 ページ |
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... tear , How dark this world would be If , when deceived and wounded here , We could not fly to thee ! 9. Mr. President , I shall enter on no encomium on Massachusetts , she needs none . 10. Know thy own point , this kind , this due ...
... tear , How dark this world would be If , when deceived and wounded here , We could not fly to thee ! 9. Mr. President , I shall enter on no encomium on Massachusetts , she needs none . 10. Know thy own point , this kind , this due ...
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... tears o'erflow , And thy voice quiver with convulsive thrill . 6. A more unmitigated villain never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits . Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the wits . 8 ...
... tears o'erflow , And thy voice quiver with convulsive thrill . 6. A more unmitigated villain never lived than the pirate Gibbs . 7. Fat paunches make lean pates ; and dainty bits . Make rich the ribs , but bankrupt quite the wits . 8 ...
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... tears , One remembrance more dear than another , It is that which runs back to our infantile years , - The remembrance of thee , dearest mother . 7. What duties have I left undone ? What have I sought I ought to shun ? Or into what new ...
... tears , One remembrance more dear than another , It is that which runs back to our infantile years , - The remembrance of thee , dearest mother . 7. What duties have I left undone ? What have I sought I ought to shun ? Or into what new ...
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... tear his heart asunder , A tear can make his passions mute . 4. Our sensibilities are so acute , 5 . The fear of being silent makes us mute . And still the wonder grew , How one small head contained the whole he knew . 6. How dear to my ...
... tear his heart asunder , A tear can make his passions mute . 4. Our sensibilities are so acute , 5 . The fear of being silent makes us mute . And still the wonder grew , How one small head contained the whole he knew . 6. How dear to my ...
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... tear - stained path over this continent ? Who shall count the broken hearts and ruined hopes of this dread ravage ? None but God . None but He who let the tempest loose , that made the ship its prey ; none but He who alone can bind up ...
... tear - stained path over this continent ? Who shall count the broken hearts and ruined hopes of this dread ravage ? None but God . None but He who let the tempest loose , that made the ship its prey ; none but He who alone can bind up ...
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accented on middle accented syllable acquire action arms articulation banquet song bless breath Catiline command dare dark dead death declaiming degrees of force delivery earnest earth Element elocution emotion emphasis emphatic words EXAMPLES exer exercise expression eyes feeling forever gestures give grave gymnastics hallowed ground hand hear heart heaven high pitch honor human voice imitation increase inflection liberal opening light limbs live long quantity look lungs meaning mind modulation movement nature never o'er open vowel passage passion pause person Phocis pitch practice principal charm pronunciation proper pupils radical stress reader reading or speaking rising sentence sentiment short slaves slide smile smoky night sorrow soul sound speaker spirit stiff upper lip student style subvocal sweet syllable tears thee thing thou thought tion tone and manner truth vocal voice William Ladd
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92 ページ - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
411 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
287 ページ - It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. 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...
373 ページ - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
327 ページ - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain ; And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.
402 ページ - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
254 ページ - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
286 ページ - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
383 ページ - 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...
286 ページ - There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.