Hand-book of Calisthenics and Gymnastics: A Complete Drill-book for Schools, Families, and Gymnasiums. With Music to Accompany the Exercises ...Schermerhorn, Bancroft & Company, 1864 - 388 páginas |
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45 degrees ALTERNATE angle of 45 arc A B Arm and Hand arms of Fig bells bending body Calisthenics Chest Exercise cise class of movements commencing position four describe the arc directly front dotted arms eight elbows elevated executing the movements feet Fifth finally First-POSITION Fourth Position front circles Gymnastics heels hips Indian clubs instructor commands instructor will command left arm left foot left leg Leg and Foot mand mencing position ments military position movements are executed movements only differs Movements-RIGHT muscles Music number and order oral elements outward motions palms posi position of Fig rear recover the commencing remaining commands right arm right foot right hand right leg Second Movements Second Position Second Series shoulders side sidewise simultaneously student will take subtonic syllable take the position third command Third Movements Third Position Third Series thou thủ tion of Fig toes trunk turning vertical wand word
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Página 102 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred.
Página 51 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Página 99 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses, Where was her home ? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother?
Página 38 - 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?
Página 51 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 59 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up...
Página 37 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Página 106 - Over the heads of the rebel host. Ever its torn folds rose and fell On the loyal winds that loved it well ; And through the hill-gaps sunset light Shone over it with a warm good-night.
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