Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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第20页
... lights and shadows " . However strong , turbulent , and vivid are his thoughts and feelings , in striving to be artistic , he will so control and modify their expression that all un- necessary abruptness and harshness will disappear ...
... lights and shadows " . However strong , turbulent , and vivid are his thoughts and feelings , in striving to be artistic , he will so control and modify their expression that all un- necessary abruptness and harshness will disappear ...
第26页
... light 2 6 3 1 2 2 2 3 13 2 3 but now all appear with softened lustre . The animals 5 2 1 2 12 2 2 11 2u 3 20 6 harmonise with the insensible creation ; and what was 1 2 1 3 2 3 2 3 2 2 2 2 1 gay in those , as well as glittering in this ...
... light 2 6 3 1 2 2 2 3 13 2 3 but now all appear with softened lustre . The animals 5 2 1 2 12 2 2 11 2u 3 20 6 harmonise with the insensible creation ; and what was 1 2 1 3 2 3 2 3 2 2 2 2 1 gay in those , as well as glittering in this ...
第28页
... , rolling rapidly . But Linden showed another sight when the drum beat at dead of night , com- manding fires of death to light the darkness of her scenery ! By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , each 28 Text Book of Elocution .
... , rolling rapidly . But Linden showed another sight when the drum beat at dead of night , com- manding fires of death to light the darkness of her scenery ! By torch and trumpet fast arrayed , each 28 Text Book of Elocution .
第29页
... light the ground while the beetle goes his round : Follow now the beetle's hum ; little wanderer , hie thee home ! " THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE .- ( Wolfe . ) NOT a drum was heard - not a funeral note , as his corpse to the ramparts ...
... light the ground while the beetle goes his round : Follow now the beetle's hum ; little wanderer , hie thee home ! " THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE .- ( Wolfe . ) NOT a drum was heard - not a funeral note , as his corpse to the ramparts ...
第30页
Alfred Macleod. struggling moonbeam's misty light , and the lantern . dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast ; not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; but he lay like a warrior taking his rest , with his martial cloak ...
Alfred Macleod. struggling moonbeam's misty light , and the lantern . dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast ; not in sheet or in shroud we wound him ; but he lay like a warrior taking his rest , with his martial cloak ...
常见术语和短语
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第37页 - What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,— Freedom to worship God.
第113页 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention Of me...
第115页 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, — whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to Nature ; to show virtue her own feature ; scorn, her own image ; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
第74页 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
第75页 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
第111页 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
第75页 - And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep...
第79页 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
第59页 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
第110页 - Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the daystar in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...