The New Speaker. With an Essay on ElocutionSaunders, Otley, and Company, 1861 - 395 pages |
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... looks abroad From some high cliff superior , and enjoys- The - elemental - war . ORGANIC EMPHASIS . Organic Emphasis relates to the force with which certain syllables are enunciated . It differs from syllabic emphasis inasmuch as it is ...
... looks abroad From some high cliff superior , and enjoys- The - elemental - war . ORGANIC EMPHASIS . Organic Emphasis relates to the force with which certain syllables are enunciated . It differs from syllabic emphasis inasmuch as it is ...
Page 103
... look and gesture to accom- pany it . In proportion to the infinite variety of tones in the human voice , so also is there a propor- tionate variety of gestures and motions of the body , Emotion can be exhibited by the energy of action ...
... look and gesture to accom- pany it . In proportion to the infinite variety of tones in the human voice , so also is there a propor- tionate variety of gestures and motions of the body , Emotion can be exhibited by the energy of action ...
Page 123
... in the following line from King John : — Out of my sight , and never see me more . The following are the directions in which the eyes may look : E. F. E. Av ..... E. D. E. U. Forwards G 2 THE NEW SPEAKER . 123 OF THE EYES. ...
... in the following line from King John : — Out of my sight , and never see me more . The following are the directions in which the eyes may look : E. F. E. Av ..... E. D. E. U. Forwards G 2 THE NEW SPEAKER . 123 OF THE EYES. ...
Page 127
... look more marks the internal woe Than all the windings of the lengthened oh ! Up to the face the quick sensation flies , And darts its meaning from the speaking eyes ; Love , transport , madness , anger , scorn , despair , And all the ...
... look more marks the internal woe Than all the windings of the lengthened oh ! Up to the face the quick sensation flies , And darts its meaning from the speaking eyes ; Love , transport , madness , anger , scorn , despair , And all the ...
Page 135
... look'd he at the wall , And darkly at the foe . " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge , What hope to save the town ? " Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the Gate ...
... look'd he at the wall , And darkly at the foe . " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down ; And if they once may win the bridge , What hope to save the town ? " Then out spake brave Horatius , The Captain of the Gate ...
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Page 250 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 179 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Page 229 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Page 358 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Page 357 - 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 Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 237 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Page 135 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge. What hope to save the town...
Page 238 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { 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' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 216 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, ' Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Page 252 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...