Practical Elocution: For Use in Colleges and Schools and by Private StudentsNational School of Elocution and Oratory, 1881 - 219 pages |
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... night train ? Have you to - day's paper ? What is the news ? Did you see our mutual friend , Mr. Wilson ? Have you been well ? You look ill . NOTE . The practice of questions , such as these , will be found of great ad- vantage in ...
... night train ? Have you to - day's paper ? What is the news ? Did you see our mutual friend , Mr. Wilson ? Have you been well ? You look ill . NOTE . The practice of questions , such as these , will be found of great ad- vantage in ...
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... night ? All . Ham . Arm'd , say you ? All . Ham . All . My lord , from head to foot . Ham . We do , my lord . Arm'd , my lord . From top to toe ? Then saw you not his face ? Hor . O , yes , my lord ; he wore his beaver up . Ham . What ...
... night ? All . Ham . Arm'd , say you ? All . Ham . All . My lord , from head to foot . Ham . We do , my lord . Arm'd , my lord . From top to toe ? Then saw you not his face ? Hor . O , yes , my lord ; he wore his beaver up . Ham . What ...
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... night is lack of the sun ; that he that hath learned no wit by nature or art may complain of good breeding , or comes of a very dull kindred . - Shakespeare . 10. " And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground , and breathed ...
... night is lack of the sun ; that he that hath learned no wit by nature or art may complain of good breeding , or comes of a very dull kindred . - Shakespeare . 10. " And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground , and breathed ...
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... night ; -Shakspeare . 5 . When churchyards yawn , and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! — Run hence , proclaim , cry it about the streets . -Shakspeare . 6. We spend our years like ...
... night ; -Shakspeare . 5 . When churchyards yawn , and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world . Liberty ! Freedom ! Tyranny is dead ! — Run hence , proclaim , cry it about the streets . -Shakspeare . 6. We spend our years like ...
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... dark was over all ; The bees began to whisper , and the wind began to roll , And in the wild March - morning I heard them call my soul . - Tennyson . 2. All day they flew , and all night they PRINCIPLES - VOCAL EXERCISES . 47.
... dark was over all ; The bees began to whisper , and the wind began to roll , And in the wild March - morning I heard them call my soul . - Tennyson . 2. All day they flew , and all night they PRINCIPLES - VOCAL EXERCISES . 47.
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Page 125 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling...
Page 125 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 26 - A certain man had two sons : and the younger of them said to his father, Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth to me.
Page 125 - When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; What is man, that thou art mindful of him; and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet...
Page 129 - And he answering said to his father, Lo, these many years do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy commandment; and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I might make merry with my friends. But as soon as this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf.
Page 116 - Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all the earth : make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.
Page 137 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 45 - And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Page 115 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Page 65 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.