De Witt's Perfect Orator: Comprising a Great Number of Readings, Recitations, Dialogues and Harangues ... Added to which are Very Carefully Composed Prefatory Remarks ... Together with a Number of Useful Suggestions as to the Stage Arrangements, Making the Costumes, Scenery ...Henry Llewellyn Williams R.M. De Witt, 1872 - 180页 |
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... word as to the manner : The prime thing to be remembered in all reading and speaking is to so enunciate , pause and emphasize , that every minute shade of the author's intent and mean- ing should be plainly set forth . No honied ,
... word as to the manner : The prime thing to be remembered in all reading and speaking is to so enunciate , pause and emphasize , that every minute shade of the author's intent and mean- ing should be plainly set forth . No honied ,
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... mean- ing , plain , obvious and patent to all hearers . The reader or speaker should not only try to fully under- stand every sentence that he is about to enunciate , but he should endeavor to realize fully the character of the person ...
... mean- ing , plain , obvious and patent to all hearers . The reader or speaker should not only try to fully under- stand every sentence that he is about to enunciate , but he should endeavor to realize fully the character of the person ...
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... means necessary . Pierre should wear a white doublet and blue Venitian fly embroi dered , white tights , russet boots , black felt hat , and plumes ; Jaffier , a somewhat similar apparel , but with dark colors predominant . Both have ...
... means necessary . Pierre should wear a white doublet and blue Venitian fly embroi dered , white tights , russet boots , black felt hat , and plumes ; Jaffier , a somewhat similar apparel , but with dark colors predominant . Both have ...
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... mean Descend to harbor question of my love— Though broke my heart in the disseverment , He were no longer lord or aught of mine ! ( going R. ) Father , no more ! I will not hear thee ! Frown- Heaven does not frown ! -to heaven I turn ...
... mean Descend to harbor question of my love— Though broke my heart in the disseverment , He were no longer lord or aught of mine ! ( going R. ) Father , no more ! I will not hear thee ! Frown- Heaven does not frown ! -to heaven I turn ...
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... mean , low , or selfish things , and is absorbed by one soul - transporting thought of the good and the glory of one's country , are never felt in his impenetrable bosom . That patriotism which , catching its inspiration of the immortal ...
... mean , low , or selfish things , and is absorbed by one soul - transporting thought of the good and the glory of one's country , are never felt in his impenetrable bosom . That patriotism which , catching its inspiration of the immortal ...
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Antonio arms art thou BAILIE NICOL JARVIE beautiful beneath blessed blood bosom brave breast breath brow BRUTUS CHAPTER choice Comic COLA DI RIENZI dare dark daughter dead dear death Deloraine dost doth dread dream dress DUKE Duke of Mantua earth EUGENE ARAM Exit eyes fair father Fazio fear feel FERRARDO gentle GUS WILLIAMS hand hath hear heard heart heaven HORSE hour Hubert JAMES JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Juliet king leave LICTORS light lips Lochinvar look lord Malcolm Young Mattie MIRA mother ne'er never night noble o'er Pescara piece PIERRE pray recitation Romeo rose Samian wine scene Shylock slave smile Songs soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art Thou hast thought Twas voice wild words wretch young Zaphira
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第134页 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
第47页 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
第150页 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
第48页 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
第94页 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
第91页 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
第96页 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
第135页 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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.
第50页 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
第57页 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.