The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 pàgines |
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... sound once delightful to every Roman ear ! O sacred privilege of Roman citizenship ! -Once sacred , now trampled upon ! " - CICERO . DIAGRAM IV . - INVOCATORY POSITION . Diagram 5. - Figures ( a ) and ( b B 5 INTRODUCTION . 6.
... sound once delightful to every Roman ear ! O sacred privilege of Roman citizenship ! -Once sacred , now trampled upon ! " - CICERO . DIAGRAM IV . - INVOCATORY POSITION . Diagram 5. - Figures ( a ) and ( b B 5 INTRODUCTION . 6.
Pàgina 18
... sounds ; And they , too , have a voice , yon piles of snow , And , in their perilous fall , shall thunder , God ! Ye living flowers , that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats , sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles , playmates ...
... sounds ; And they , too , have a voice , yon piles of snow , And , in their perilous fall , shall thunder , God ! Ye living flowers , that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats , sporting round the eagle's nest ! Ye eagles , playmates ...
Pàgina 20
... sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? — Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strew'd the sea . With mast and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perish'd there , Was that young ...
... sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? — Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strew'd the sea . With mast and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perish'd there , Was that young ...
Pàgina 33
... sounds of rejoicing and mirth , And its murmur was heard to the ends of the earth ! Hindostan ! crape thy banner , for cold on his bier Lies the warrior who crush'd in his headlong career The haughty Mahratta , and scatter'd the train ...
... sounds of rejoicing and mirth , And its murmur was heard to the ends of the earth ! Hindostan ! crape thy banner , for cold on his bier Lies the warrior who crush'd in his headlong career The haughty Mahratta , and scatter'd the train ...
Pàgina 34
... sound the tocsin of strife , And with glory and vengeance all rumours are rife ; Where the demon of hate waves his fiery brand , The horizon glares wild of a neighbouring land , And replumed are the wings of the eagle that flew In ...
... sound the tocsin of strife , And with glory and vengeance all rumours are rife ; Where the demon of hate waves his fiery brand , The horizon glares wild of a neighbouring land , And replumed are the wings of the eagle that flew In ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Previsualització no disponible - 2017 |
The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Previsualització no disponible - 2018 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
Passatges populars
Pàgina 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 28 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pàgina 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
Pàgina 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Pàgina 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Pàgina 259 - 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 Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pàgina 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Pàgina 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Pàgina 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pàgina 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...