School Elocution: A Manual of Vocal Training in High Schools, Normal Schools, and AcademiesAmerican book Company, 1884 - 390 páginas |
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Babie Bell bells blood blow breath CHAMBERED NAUTILUS Charco circumflex cold dark dead declamation deep DRILL earth echo elocution emotion emphasis emphatic EXAMPLES expression eyes falling inflection Falstaff feeling fire give hand hath hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven high pitch honor Iago JULIUS CÆSAR liberty light living LONGFELLOW Lord loud force low pitch macron mán marked median stress melody middle pitch moderate force monotone natural never night o'er oratorical declamation orotund Othello passion poetry pupils pure tone radical stress reader reading Repeat rhyme Ring Rip Van Winkle rising inflection roll round Scrooge SEMITONE sentence shout silent slow movement soft force solemn soul speak stars SUBVOCALS sweet swell syllables táct tálent tell thee thou thought tion unimpassioned utterance verse vocal voice vowel sounds whisper wind words
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Página 197 - TO A WATERFOWL. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Bryant.
Página 226 - him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. Let them praise the name of the Lord: for he commanded, and they were created. He hath also established them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass. Praise the Lord from the earth, ye dragons, and all
Página 215 - THE GHOST IN HAMLET. I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. Shakespeare.
Página 142 - struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun \ That the foe | was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly | we laid him down, From the field of his fame [ fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But left him | alone with his glory. CHAPTER
Página 377 - That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself [ in the continuous woods | Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound | Save his own dashings—yet | the dead | are there; And millions | in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down
Página 376 - of ages past, All | in one mighty sepulcher. The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales, Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers, that move In majesty; and the complaining brooks, That make the meadows green; and, poured round a Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste— Are but the solemn
Página 221 - to thee, blithe spirit— Bird thou never wert— That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest; Like a cloud of fire The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Página 141 - many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the Infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then, the whining School-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like .snail Unwillingly to school. And then, the Lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a Soldier; Full of strange
Página 356 - Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain \ The wrecks | are all thy deed, nor doth remain | A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths | with bubbling groan— Without a grave, unknelled, uncofflned, and unknown.
Página 235 - Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again! What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous: and we fools of nature, So horribly to shake our disposition, With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Say,