Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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... blow ! Go , son , and bear a light ! " Once more he lights the torch , and goes Towards the foaming main ; The rain it rains , the wind it blows ! Out goes the torch again ! The boy comes back : " O mother dear ! The storm puts out the ...
... blow ! Go , son , and bear a light ! " Once more he lights the torch , and goes Towards the foaming main ; The rain it rains , the wind it blows ! Out goes the torch again ! The boy comes back : " O mother dear ! The storm puts out the ...
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... blow the smoke now west , now south . Then up and spake an old sailor , had sailed the Spanish Main : " I pray thee , put into yonder port , for I fear a hurricane . Last night , the moon had a golden ring , and to - night no moon we ...
... blow the smoke now west , now south . Then up and spake an old sailor , had sailed the Spanish Main : " I pray thee , put into yonder port , for I fear a hurricane . Last night , the moon had a golden ring , and to - night no moon we ...
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... billows rage , and gales blow hard , And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is given , Who long with wants and woes has striven , By human pride or cunning driven To mis'ry's brink , 38 Text Book of Elocution .
... billows rage , and gales blow hard , And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is given , Who long with wants and woes has striven , By human pride or cunning driven To mis'ry's brink , 38 Text Book of Elocution .
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... blowing wild A patient mother sat beside the deathbed of her child , - A little , worn - out creature - his once bright eyes grown dim : It was a Collier's only child - they called him Little Jim " . And oh ! to see the briny tears fast ...
... blowing wild A patient mother sat beside the deathbed of her child , - A little , worn - out creature - his once bright eyes grown dim : It was a Collier's only child - they called him Little Jim " . And oh ! to see the briny tears fast ...
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... blow ; you can hear him swing his heavy sledge , with measured beat and slow , like a sexton ringing the village - bell when the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school look in at the open door ; they love to see the ...
... blow ; you can hear him swing his heavy sledge , with measured beat and slow , like a sexton ringing the village - bell when the evening sun is low . And children coming home from school look in at the open door ; they love to see the ...
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37 ページ - What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,— Freedom to worship God.
113 ページ - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me...
115 ページ - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, — whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to Nature ; to show virtue her own feature ; scorn, her own image ; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
74 ページ - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
75 ページ - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
111 ページ - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
75 ページ - And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep...
79 ページ - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
59 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...
110 ページ - Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the daystar in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...