The Orator's Manual: A Practical and Philosophical Treatise on Vocal Culture, Emphasis and Gesture, Together with Hints for the Composition of Orations and Selections for Declamation and Reading...G. P. Putnam's sons, 1910 - 365 sayfa |
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abdomen abrupt arms Aspirate audience blood brave breast breath Cæsar circumflex clause close conditional mood death downward earth elbow emphasis emphatic England Eustachian tubes express expulsive falling inflection father feel Finger gesture fingers force gentlemen gesture give grave Greece guttural h RC hand heart heaven helmet of Navarre Helon honor idem idem idem imperative mood Ireland Itály larynx liberty lift light lips Lochinvar look Lord loud median stress medium pitch melody Moscow mouth move movement natural Netherby never noble o'er object orotund pauses pharynx position principle pure Roman Rome Rússia Semitonic sentence side slide slow soft soft palate sound Spartacus spirit sustained syllables tell Terminal Stress thee thou thought tion tone utterance vocal voice wave words wrist
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Sayfa 44 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Sayfa 78 - I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me ; — For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Sayfa 70 - PRAISE ye the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary: praise him in the firmament of his power. Praise him for his mighty acts: praise him according to his excellent greatness. Praise him with the sound of the trumpet: praise him with the psaltery and harp. Praise him with the timbrel and dance : praise him with stringed instruments and organs. Praise him upon the loud cymbals: praise him upon the high sounding cymbals. Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.
Sayfa 274 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "'Twere better by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Sayfa 95 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : — retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Sayfa 110 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Sayfa 310 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Sayfa 309 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Sayfa 308 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Sayfa 338 - Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other? Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun! O, it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.