Reading and Elocution: Theoretical and PracticalIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 430页 |
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... your footsteps I shall follow To the Islands of the Blessed , To the Kingdom of Ponemah , To the Land of the Hereafter ! " Hood . Longfellow . ) 6. The Aspirate gives the whispered utterance of secrecy 6 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Plaintive.
... your footsteps I shall follow To the Islands of the Blessed , To the Kingdom of Ponemah , To the Land of the Hereafter ! " Hood . Longfellow . ) 6. The Aspirate gives the whispered utterance of secrecy 6 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . Plaintive.
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... Blessed be Thy NAME O Lord , Most High . · D. o . We are in Thy sight | but as the worms of the DUST ! H. o . May the grace of God | abide with you for EVER . A. o . And let the triple rainbow rest | o'er all the mountain TOPS D. e ...
... Blessed be Thy NAME O Lord , Most High . · D. o . We are in Thy sight | but as the worms of the DUST ! H. o . May the grace of God | abide with you for EVER . A. o . And let the triple rainbow rest | o'er all the mountain TOPS D. e ...
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... Bless me here is Snobbleton , and we are enemies ! Snobbleton . Good - morning , Jones - that is , if you will shake hands . Jones . What ! you - you forgive ! You really— Snob . Yes , yes , old fellow ! All is forgotten . You played me ...
... Bless me here is Snobbleton , and we are enemies ! Snobbleton . Good - morning , Jones - that is , if you will shake hands . Jones . What ! you - you forgive ! You really— Snob . Yes , yes , old fellow ! All is forgotten . You played me ...
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... Bless me ! I'm not in debt - never borrowed a dollar in my life . Ah , me ! it's worse than that . Snob . Worse than that ! Come , now , Jones , there is only one thing worse . You're surely not in love ? Jones . Yes , I am . Oh ...
... Bless me ! I'm not in debt - never borrowed a dollar in my life . Ah , me ! it's worse than that . Snob . Worse than that ! Come , now , Jones , there is only one thing worse . You're surely not in love ? Jones . Yes , I am . Oh ...
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... louder . ( In a scream . ) Poetry - POETRY - POETRY ! Jones . ( Aside . ) Bless me , the woman would wake the dead ! ( Aloud . ) Yes , Miss , I ad - o - r - e it . Snob . Glorious ! glorious ! I wonder how loud EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 61.
... louder . ( In a scream . ) Poetry - POETRY - POETRY ! Jones . ( Aside . ) Bless me , the woman would wake the dead ! ( Aloud . ) Yes , Miss , I ad - o - r - e it . Snob . Glorious ! glorious ! I wonder how loud EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 61.
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第41页 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...