A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human VoiceEldredge, 1869 - 396 pàgines |
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... Dora Greenwell . Alfred Tennyson . 338 66 165 Thomas Babington Macaulay . 263 C. S. M. 352 .O . W. Holmes . 339 Individuality ............. Invocation to Light Invocation to the New Year ...... Irving .......... Laus Deo ! Life Tapestry ...
... Dora Greenwell . Alfred Tennyson . 338 66 165 Thomas Babington Macaulay . 263 C. S. M. 352 .O . W. Holmes . 339 Individuality ............. Invocation to Light Invocation to the New Year ...... Irving .......... Laus Deo ! Life Tapestry ...
Pàgina 35
... Dora Greenwell . - " Between Christ mocked and Christ rejected there is but a step ; who shall say how easily it is taken , or how quickly we may pass from the hollow homage , the ' Hail , Master ! ' which mocks our Lord , to the ...
... Dora Greenwell . - " Between Christ mocked and Christ rejected there is but a step ; who shall say how easily it is taken , or how quickly we may pass from the hollow homage , the ' Hail , Master ! ' which mocks our Lord , to the ...
Pàgina 245
... Dora Greenwell . " Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence , and where He is , none are desolate , and there is no room for despair . At the darkest , you have felt a hand through the dark , closer per- haps and tenderer ...
... Dora Greenwell . " Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence , and where He is , none are desolate , and there is no room for despair . At the darkest , you have felt a hand through the dark , closer per- haps and tenderer ...
Pàgina 246
... Dora Greenwell . And my humanity doth mourn for thee , For thou art mine ; and all thy little ones , They , too , are mine , are mine . Behold , the house Is dark , but there is brightness where the sons Of God are singing , and behold ...
... Dora Greenwell . And my humanity doth mourn for thee , For thou art mine ; and all thy little ones , They , too , are mine , are mine . Behold , the house Is dark , but there is brightness where the sons Of God are singing , and behold ...
Pàgina 335
... Dora Greenwell . Too long have I , methought , with tearful eye Pored o'er this tangled work of mine , and mused Above each stitch awry and thread confused ; Now will I think on what in years gone by I heard of them that weave rare ...
... Dora Greenwell . Too long have I , methought , with tearful eye Pored o'er this tangled work of mine , and mused Above each stitch awry and thread confused ; Now will I think on what in years gone by I heard of them that weave rare ...
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A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With ... M. S. Mitchell Visualització completa - 1870 |
A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice M. S. Mitchell Visualització completa - 1880 |
A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With ... M. S. Mitchell Visualització completa - 1878 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 63 - ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pàgina 117 - Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the...
Pàgina 258 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Pàgina 335 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Pàgina 178 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Pàgina 343 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team a-field...
Pàgina 148 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 117 - If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the...
Pàgina 160 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pàgina 390 - Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny. They that have done this deed are honourable ; — What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it ; — they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.