Voice, Speech and Gesture a Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ...: Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman Charles William Deacon & Company, 1904 - 1196 pages |
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Page 49
... morning . In this operation . it is necessary after introducing the nozzle of the syringe to elevate it about half an inch before pro- ceeding to inject the lotion , for otherwise the lotion will shortly return , failing to pass , as it ...
... morning . In this operation . it is necessary after introducing the nozzle of the syringe to elevate it about half an inch before pro- ceeding to inject the lotion , for otherwise the lotion will shortly return , failing to pass , as it ...
Page 241
... morning , as , lost in a rapture of holy meditation , he prayed his daily prayer , a small bird perched upon his window - sill , and began to sing . Not a loud song , but a sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling ...
... morning , as , lost in a rapture of holy meditation , he prayed his daily prayer , a small bird perched upon his window - sill , and began to sing . Not a loud song , but a sweet song - full of the utmost tenderness and playful warbling ...
Page 242
... morning betook himsel to his devotions with more than his usual ardour . Stretched on his prayer - mat he lay entranced ; when suddenly a low sweet trill of sound broke gently through the silence , —the innocent twittering voice of the ...
... morning betook himsel to his devotions with more than his usual ardour . Stretched on his prayer - mat he lay entranced ; when suddenly a low sweet trill of sound broke gently through the silence , —the innocent twittering voice of the ...
Page 245
... burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning star shines dead . As on the jag of a mountain crag , Which an earthquake rocks and swings , An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light THE CLOUD . 245.
... burning plumes outspread , Leaps on the back of my sailing rack , When the morning star shines dead . As on the jag of a mountain crag , Which an earthquake rocks and swings , An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light THE CLOUD . 245.
Page 259
... morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her they now lie mouldering ; And a date upon a stone Telleth where ( to end the story ) ...
... morning of her pleasure , In the midnight of her pain , They were all ; -her wealth , her comfort ; Treasured , ―ay , and not in vain . And with her they now lie mouldering ; And a date upon a stone Telleth where ( to end the story ) ...
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arms beautiful bells blood Boffin breath Bregenz bronchi captain's gig Cardenio catarrh child Chrysos Clifford Harrison cried Cuckoo Cynisca dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair father fear gesture glottis hair hand Hans Vogel head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry Henry Irving human voice King knew Lady larynx light lips Little brother live look Lord Mary Mother Modus morning mouth never Nevermore night o'er pass permission of Messrs pharynx phonation poem poor Poyser pray prayer Pygmalion recitation rose round Sandalphon Scrooge silence singing Sister Helen smile soft palate song soul sound speak speech stood sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tongue Twas utterance voice vowel Wegg wife wild wind woman words young
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Page 1049 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Page 1078 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 236 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 568 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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 452 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Page 727 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Page 454 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Page 1049 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Page 657 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...