Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments: And for the Use of Schools, Colleges, and Public Readers, with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg and Company, 1898 - 602 páginas |
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... keep the subject constantly before the student . This can be done in a very simple and practical way . Let each student procure a piece of cardboard 30x15 inches , and arrange the words for practice in vertical col- umns . It is not ...
... keep the subject constantly before the student . This can be done in a very simple and practical way . Let each student procure a piece of cardboard 30x15 inches , and arrange the words for practice in vertical col- umns . It is not ...
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... keeps him keyed up to the most exacting demands of his audience . Since indistinctness may be overcome by industry , he can never forgive himself if he falls a victim to his own easy indifference . And it is well that this burden should ...
... keeps him keyed up to the most exacting demands of his audience . Since indistinctness may be overcome by industry , he can never forgive himself if he falls a victim to his own easy indifference . And it is well that this burden should ...
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... Keeping this principle in view , we will endeavor to discuss our theme : " How can I become a natural speaker ? " An unpleasant melody or intonation of voice has given rise to the phrase - the " ministerial tone . " So very few speakers ...
... Keeping this principle in view , we will endeavor to discuss our theme : " How can I become a natural speaker ? " An unpleasant melody or intonation of voice has given rise to the phrase - the " ministerial tone . " So very few speakers ...
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... keep close to the river ; but it's all steel rail and rock ballast ; single track all the way ; and not a side- track from the round - house to the terminus . Takes a heap of water to run it , though ; double tanks at every station ...
... keep close to the river ; but it's all steel rail and rock ballast ; single track all the way ; and not a side- track from the round - house to the terminus . Takes a heap of water to run it , though ; double tanks at every station ...
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... keep her still . At last we stood at our mother's knee . Do you think , sir , if you try , You can paint the look of a lie ? If you can , pray have the grace To put it solely in the face Of the urchin that is likest me : I think ' twas ...
... keep her still . At last we stood at our mother's knee . Do you think , sir , if you try , You can paint the look of a lie ? If you can , pray have the grace To put it solely in the face Of the urchin that is likest me : I think ' twas ...
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Página 274 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 572 - RING out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true...
Página 164 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 304 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Página 363 - Came through the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, — All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made! Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred!
Página 568 - Nevermore." "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!
Página 567 - 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.
Página 271 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Página 426 - And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Página 279 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.