A Practical Reader: With Exercises in Vocal CultureClark & Maynard, 1882 - 224 páginas |
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... hear anybody else talk , in that style ; therefore I do not know how to read it . " It is just here that the more difficult and artistic work of Elo- cution is to be done . By use of the examples illustrating certain styles and ...
... hear anybody else talk , in that style ; therefore I do not know how to read it . " It is just here that the more difficult and artistic work of Elo- cution is to be done . By use of the examples illustrating certain styles and ...
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... hear voices through the wall . Her mother is sing- ing to her and soothing her in the broken words of some old lullaby with which Phœbe used to sing Roy and me to sleep years and years ago . The unfamiliar , home - like sound is ...
... hear voices through the wall . Her mother is sing- ing to her and soothing her in the broken words of some old lullaby with which Phœbe used to sing Roy and me to sleep years and years ago . The unfamiliar , home - like sound is ...
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... hear the bugles of the enemy ! They are on the march ! For the boats ! Forward ! FAULTY QUALITIES . [ It is not necessary to explain at length the various qualities of Impure , or Faulty tones . These result from incorrect habits of ...
... hear the bugles of the enemy ! They are on the march ! For the boats ! Forward ! FAULTY QUALITIES . [ It is not necessary to explain at length the various qualities of Impure , or Faulty tones . These result from incorrect habits of ...
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... Hear me , ye walls , that echoed to the tread Of either Brutus ! -once again I swear , The Eternal City shall be free ! Rienzi's Address to the Romans . - MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . SLIDE OF AN OCTAVE . The slide of an Octave 56 Inflections .
... Hear me , ye walls , that echoed to the tread Of either Brutus ! -once again I swear , The Eternal City shall be free ! Rienzi's Address to the Romans . - MARY RUSSELL MITFORD . SLIDE OF AN OCTAVE . The slide of an Octave 56 Inflections .
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... hear said in a contemptuous tone and with a shrug of the shoulders ; " I have no faith in it for that reason . " But many diseases spring from one source , assuming in different persons different forms , dependent upon peculiarities of ...
... hear said in a contemptuous tone and with a shrug of the shoulders ; " I have no faith in it for that reason . " But many diseases spring from one source , assuming in different persons different forms , dependent upon peculiarities of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 36 - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Página 48 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Página 49 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 56 - Have ye brave sons? Look, in the next fierce brawl, To see them die ! Have ye fair daughters? Look To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, Dishonored ! and if ye dare call for justice, Be answered by the lash ! Yet this is Rome, That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne Of beauty, ruled the world...
Página 34 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Página 173 - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
Página 171 - Fore God I am no coward ; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear, And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick. We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three?
Página 28 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled ; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.
Página 41 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Página 172 - He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. "Shall we fight or shall we fly? Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die ! There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set.