The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 pages |
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... wish to impress particularly the ideas that they represent . The more important emphatic words are - principal verbs , nouns , adjectives , and adverbs when not used in a connective sense . The comparatively unimportant words are ...
... wish to impress particularly the ideas that they represent . The more important emphatic words are - principal verbs , nouns , adjectives , and adverbs when not used in a connective sense . The comparatively unimportant words are ...
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... wishes for more men from England ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No , my fair cousin : If we are marked to die , we are enow 28 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST , Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death to his Soldiers at the Battle Agincourt Shakespere.
... wishes for more men from England ? My cousin Westmoreland ? No , my fair cousin : If we are marked to die , we are enow 28 THE PRACTICAL ELOCUTIONIST , Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death to his Soldiers at the Battle Agincourt Shakespere.
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... wish not a man from England : I would not lose so great an honour O do not wish one more ! As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have . Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , through my host , That he who hath no ...
... wish not a man from England : I would not lose so great an honour O do not wish one more ! As one man more methinks would share from me For the best hope I have . Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland , through my host , That he who hath no ...
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... wish , the kinder task , To give the tribute Glory need not ask , To mourn the vanished beam - and add our mite Of praise in payment of a long delight . Ye Orators ! whom yet our councils yield , Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field ...
... wish , the kinder task , To give the tribute Glory need not ask , To mourn the vanished beam - and add our mite Of praise in payment of a long delight . Ye Orators ! whom yet our councils yield , Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field ...
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... wishes , tenderest fears ; The only living thing he could not hate , Was reft at once ! and he deserved his fate , But did not feel it less . The good explore For peace , those realms where guilt can never soar . The proud , the wayward ...
... wishes , tenderest fears ; The only living thing he could not hate , Was reft at once ! and he deserved his fate , But did not feel it less . The good explore For peace , those realms where guilt can never soar . The proud , the wayward ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 28 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Page 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Page 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Page 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...