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 73
... poor quality and power . We cannot all be Burkes or Brights , but by a careful observance of the essentials of correct speech , already pointed out , as well as a clear conception and assiduous practice of the canons of rhetoric now to ...
... poor quality and power . We cannot all be Burkes or Brights , but by a careful observance of the essentials of correct speech , already pointed out , as well as a clear conception and assiduous practice of the canons of rhetoric now to ...
Page 74
... poor man's ewe lamb . After marking the emphasis throughout , note the doubled force required on the word die , in David's words , " The man that hath done this thing shall surely die " ; and then again the trebled force required on ...
... poor man's ewe lamb . After marking the emphasis throughout , note the doubled force required on the word die , in David's words , " The man that hath done this thing shall surely die " ; and then again the trebled force required on ...
Page 180
... poor the result generally must be confessed to be . I have once had the unhappiness of reciting on such an occasion Beet- hoven's " Egmont , " and I , therefore , speak from expe rience . But the success that has attended Mr. Bem ...
... poor the result generally must be confessed to be . I have once had the unhappiness of reciting on such an occasion Beet- hoven's " Egmont , " and I , therefore , speak from expe rience . But the success that has attended Mr. Bem ...
Page 202
... poor and the music seems superfluous all through . In " The Fugitives " it is far too bois- terous , and in " Schön Hedvig " uninteresting . 8-13 . The poems to which Liszt has added music are , with one exception , unknown to English ...
... poor and the music seems superfluous all through . In " The Fugitives " it is far too bois- terous , and in " Schön Hedvig " uninteresting . 8-13 . The poems to which Liszt has added music are , with one exception , unknown to English ...
Page 243
... poor and needy from thy doors , refusing them all comfort , even so did I turn My Face from thee and refuse thy petitions . Wherefore hear now thy punishment . For the space of a thousand years thou shalt live within this forest ; -no ...
... poor and needy from thy doors , refusing them all comfort , even so did I turn My Face from thee and refuse thy petitions . Wherefore hear now thy punishment . For the space of a thousand years thou shalt live within this forest ; -no ...
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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...