New Science of Elocution: The Elements and Principles of Vocal Expression in Lessons, with Exercises and Selections Systematically Arranged for Acquiring the Art of Reading and SpeakingPhillips & Hunt, 1886 - 382 pages |
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... thousand dreamy fancies into busy being start ; And a thousand recollections weave their bright hues into woof , As I listen to the patter of the soft rain on the roof . 3 Now in fancy comes my mother , as she EFFUSIVE FORM . 35.
... thousand dreamy fancies into busy being start ; And a thousand recollections weave their bright hues into woof , As I listen to the patter of the soft rain on the roof . 3 Now in fancy comes my mother , as she EFFUSIVE FORM . 35.
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... mother , as she used to years agone , To survey the infant sleepers ere she left them till the dawn , O ! I see her bending o'er me , as I list to the refrain Which is played upon the shingles by the patter of the rain . 4 Then my ...
... mother , as she used to years agone , To survey the infant sleepers ere she left them till the dawn , O ! I see her bending o'er me , as I list to the refrain Which is played upon the shingles by the patter of the rain . 4 Then my ...
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... mother sat beside the death - bed of her child : A little worn - out creature , his once bright eyes grown dim : It ... mother's heart , had that poor collier's wife . With hands uplifted , see , she kneels beside the sufferer's bed ...
... mother sat beside the death - bed of her child : A little worn - out creature , his once bright eyes grown dim : It ... mother's heart , had that poor collier's wife . With hands uplifted , see , she kneels beside the sufferer's bed ...
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... mother meet , yet neither speaks a word . 5. He felt that all was over , he knew his child was dead ; He took the candle in his hand and walked toward the bed ; His quivering lips gave token of the grief he'd fain conceal , And see ...
... mother meet , yet neither speaks a word . 5. He felt that all was over , he knew his child was dead ; He took the candle in his hand and walked toward the bed ; His quivering lips gave token of the grief he'd fain conceal , And see ...
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... mother , dear mother ! with meek tearful eye , Farewell ! and God bless you , for ever and aye ! O that I now lay on your pillowing breast , To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest ! Dying at last ! Great Heaven ! this bullet ...
... mother , dear mother ! with meek tearful eye , Farewell ! and God bless you , for ever and aye ! O that I now lay on your pillowing breast , To breathe my last sigh on the bosom first prest ! Dying at last ! Great Heaven ! this bullet ...
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Advantages Aspirate Quality beautiful bells boot-black brave brow Circumflex Class Exercises Compound Stress cultivate Define DIAGRAM dreams Effusive and Expulsive Effusive Form elements Elocution Energetic Force EXAMPLE EXERCISES Combining Form EXERCISES Contrasting EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION Exercises in Breathing Exercises in Gesture Exercises in Position expression Expulsive and Explosive Expulsive Form eyes Falsetto fear Final Stress FORM-WHEN gray horse Guttural hand hath heard heart heaven High Pitch Illustration Impassioned Force Inflection Intermittent Stress Jennie McNeal LESSON life-boat Lochinvar look Low Pitch Median Stress Middle Pitch Moderate Force Moderate Movement mother o'er Oral Orotund Quality pale passions Pectoral Quality Pompey practice the following principle Pure Tone quality of voice Queen Radical Stress Rapid Movement Repeat scorn selection require sentences shout slave Slow Movement solemn soul sound speak stanza styles of thought Subdued Force sublimity sweet tears thee thou utterance vocal words
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Page 296 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection.
Page 61 - 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...
Page 340 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 290 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 339 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Page 248 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Page 227 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, that never a hall such a galliard did grace; while her mother did fret, and her father did fume. and the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume ; and the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far to have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 230 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 227 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? xiii.
Page 313 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.