The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 pągines |
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Pągina 1
... speaking according to some established standard of excellence ; and is naturally subdivided as follows : 1. Articulation and pronunciation . 2. Inflection and modulation . 3. Emphasis . 4. Gesture and Action . 1. The importance of ...
... speaking according to some established standard of excellence ; and is naturally subdivided as follows : 1. Articulation and pronunciation . 2. Inflection and modulation . 3. Emphasis . 4. Gesture and Action . 1. The importance of ...
Pągina 4
... speak in the celebrated Group of the Laocoon . * Nothing can be more absurd and unnatural than that a boy should stand motionless while he is pro- nouncing the most impassioned language , or , in a care- less or awkward position , with ...
... speak in the celebrated Group of the Laocoon . * Nothing can be more absurd and unnatural than that a boy should stand motionless while he is pro- nouncing the most impassioned language , or , in a care- less or awkward position , with ...
Pągina 6
... speaking of ourselves , in con- tradistinction to others , or when giving utterance to some pathetic sentiment , the right hand should be placed on the left breast . When anything low is men- tioned , the eye and hand should be directed ...
... speaking of ourselves , in con- tradistinction to others , or when giving utterance to some pathetic sentiment , the right hand should be placed on the left breast . When anything low is men- tioned , the eye and hand should be directed ...
Pągina 19
... Speak , father ! " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " -but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And on SELECTIONS IN VERSE . 19 Casabianca.
... Speak , father ! " once again he cried , " If I may yet be gone ! And " -but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames roll'd on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And on SELECTIONS IN VERSE . 19 Casabianca.
Pągina 24
... speak ! The wind rose high , but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose , To happy bosoms near , While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form , And pouring her deep soul in ...
... speak ! The wind rose high , but with it rose Her voice , that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose , To happy bosoms near , While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form , And pouring her deep soul in ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Previsualització no disponible - 2017 |
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Acres Adras Ęsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cęsar 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
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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?
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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.
Pągina 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...