Exercises, Rules, and Hints on ElocutionWilliam Collins, Sons, 1881 - Всего страниц: 130 |
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... Death of Little Nell , Cassius Instigating Brutus , Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death , Macbeth to the Dagger Vision , The Wounded Deer ,. Scene from " Hamlet , " " As You Like It , " Our Country and our Home , The Monkey and the Sack of Nuts ...
... Death of Little Nell , Cassius Instigating Brutus , Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death , Macbeth to the Dagger Vision , The Wounded Deer ,. Scene from " Hamlet , " " As You Like It , " Our Country and our Home , The Monkey and the Sack of Nuts ...
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... death - cold face , my lassie , I looked on thy death - cold face ; Thou seemed a lily new cut the bud , An ' fading in its place . I looked on thy death - shut eye , my lassie , I looked on thy death - shut eye ; An ' a lovelier light ...
... death - cold face , my lassie , I looked on thy death - cold face ; Thou seemed a lily new cut the bud , An ' fading in its place . I looked on thy death - shut eye , my lassie , I looked on thy death - shut eye ; An ' a lovelier light ...
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... death , can divide thee and me ! that spot on earth that's aye dearest to me , is the turf that covered my Willy frae me . EXERCISE IV . How ST . PATRICK SAVED IRELAND . Render in pure English the italicised words . Shure everybody has ...
... death , can divide thee and me ! that spot on earth that's aye dearest to me , is the turf that covered my Willy frae me . EXERCISE IV . How ST . PATRICK SAVED IRELAND . Render in pure English the italicised words . Shure everybody has ...
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... DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . She was dead , and păst all help or need of help . The ancient rōōms shē had sēēmed to fill with life even while her ōwn was waning fast , the garden she had tended , the eyes she had glăddened , the noiseless ...
... DEATH OF LITTLE NELL . She was dead , and păst all help or need of help . The ancient rōōms shē had sēēmed to fill with life even while her ōwn was waning fast , the garden she had tended , the eyes she had glăddened , the noiseless ...
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... death , some thought it might be so indēēd . Thus , coming to the grave in little knots , and glancing down , and giving place to others , and falling off in whisper- ing groups of three or four , the church was cleared in time of all ...
... death , some thought it might be so indēēd . Thus , coming to the grave in little knots , and glancing down , and giving place to others , and falling off in whisper- ing groups of three or four , the church was cleared in time of all ...
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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
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 14 - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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,
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.