Principles of Elocution and Vocal Culture: In which the Rules for Correct Reading and Speaking, and Directions for Improving and Strengthening the Voice, are GivenB. Williams News Company, 1867 - 98 pages |
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... Death - Bed .. Posthumous Fame . · One Good Turn deserves another . Driving Home the Cows . • • 57 Merrick . 59 Mrs. Thrale . 62 • 65 J. T. Trowbridge . 67 Walcot . 70 · • 72 Tennyson . 75 · Southey . 77 Colman . 78 Mrs. Gilman . 79 288 ...
... Death - Bed .. Posthumous Fame . · One Good Turn deserves another . Driving Home the Cows . • • 57 Merrick . 59 Mrs. Thrale . 62 • 65 J. T. Trowbridge . 67 Walcot . 70 · • 72 Tennyson . 75 · Southey . 77 Colman . 78 Mrs. Gilman . 79 288 ...
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... death - shade around the ships , like the hurricane eclipse of the sun . REV . WALTER COLTON . III . SINCERITY . TRUTH and sincerity have all the advantages of ap- pearance , and many more . If the show of anything be good , I am sure ...
... death - shade around the ships , like the hurricane eclipse of the sun . REV . WALTER COLTON . III . SINCERITY . TRUTH and sincerity have all the advantages of ap- pearance , and many more . If the show of anything be good , I am sure ...
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... death ! It is the assassin's purpose to make sure work ; and he yet plies the dagger , though it was obvious that life had been destroyed by the blow of the bludgeon . IIe even raises the aged arm , that he may not fail in his aim at ...
... death ! It is the assassin's purpose to make sure work ; and he yet plies the dagger , though it was obvious that life had been destroyed by the blow of the bludgeon . IIe even raises the aged arm , that he may not fail in his aim at ...
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... death ; we are brought forth in pain , And all the pathway of our checkered years Is strewn with ashes and remorseful tears , Till , in the midst of grief , we yield our breath again . Yes ! the world is full of sorrow And dismay ...
... death ; we are brought forth in pain , And all the pathway of our checkered years Is strewn with ashes and remorseful tears , Till , in the midst of grief , we yield our breath again . Yes ! the world is full of sorrow And dismay ...
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... death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan desert pierce , - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
... death , Through the still lapse of ages . All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan desert pierce , - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where ...
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Page 54 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page 51 - To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon.
Page 52 - 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 In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 39 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 50 - 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.
Page 51 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Page 48 - He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Page 47 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 54 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 76 - 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.