Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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第27页
... wild surprise , unused such looks to meet ; his favourite checked his joyful guise , and crouched , and licked his feet . Onward in haste Llewellyn passed - and on went Gelert too ; and still , where'er his eyes were cast , fresh blood ...
... wild surprise , unused such looks to meet ; his favourite checked his joyful guise , and crouched , and licked his feet . Onward in haste Llewellyn passed - and on went Gelert too ; and still , where'er his eyes were cast , fresh blood ...
第28页
... wild : blood ! blood ! he found on every side , but nowhere found the child ! " Base hound ! by thee my child's devoured ! " the frantic father cried , and to the hilt his vengeful sword he plunged in Gelert's side ! His suppliant as to ...
... wild : blood ! blood ! he found on every side , but nowhere found the child ! " Base hound ! by thee my child's devoured ! " the frantic father cried , and to the hilt his vengeful sword he plunged in Gelert's side ! His suppliant as to ...
第31页
... wild , they caught the flag on high , and streamed above the gallant child like banners in the sky . There came a burst of thunder - sound - the boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around with fragments strewed the sea ...
... wild , they caught the flag on high , and streamed above the gallant child like banners in the sky . There came a burst of thunder - sound - the boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around with fragments strewed the sea ...
第35页
... , their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark the hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark on the wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , they , the true Text Book of Elocution . 35.
... , their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark the hills and waters o'er , When a band of exiles moored their bark on the wild New England shore . Not as the conqueror comes , they , the true Text Book of Elocution . 35.
第36页
... wild and dank with foam , And all alone went she . The creeping tide came up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came up and hid the land , And never ...
... wild and dank with foam , And all alone went she . The creeping tide came up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round and round the sand , As far as eye could see ; The blinding mist came up and hid the land , And never ...
常见术语和短语
arms beautiful beneath black crows blood blow brave bright brow cheek child cried dark dead dear death Donatello door Elocution eyes face falchion Falstaff father fear feel fell Finlater's Floy frae friends Gelert grave green guilders hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock kind permission King kissed lady Lapstone Lars Porsena light lips Lochinvar look lord Miss Ophelia morning mother never Nevermore Nick Bottom night o'er pale permission of Messrs Peter Quince play pray Prince H pupil Pyramus Quin quoth Quoth the Raven reading roar round sarpint silence smile song sorrow soul sound speak stood sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought tone Topsy twas umbrella unclean animal utterance voice waves wild wind word Yarrow young
热门引用章节
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...