A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With Classified Illustrations : Suggested by and Arranged to Meet the Practical Difficulties of Instruction
Eldredge & Brother, 1878 - 396 頁
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Amphibrach angels Annabel Lee beauty bells beneath Bingen blessed breast breath cloud cried dark dead death deep Dora Greenwell doth dream earth elocution eternal expression eyes faith fear feel feet flowers forever friends give glory golden grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hope inflection John MacBride King Lars Porsena light live look Lord loud Macbeth melody mind morning Moscow mother nature never Nevermore night noble o'er pain passion pause peace pitch prayer proud Queen Quoth the Raven Ring rising round semitone sentence silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stress sweet syllable tears tell Tetrameter thee thine things thou art thought Toll tone Trimeter Trochee true truth unto utterance voice weep wild wind words
第 135 頁 - T We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better
第 220 頁 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. AS some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
第 343 頁 - for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply
第 232 頁 - 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives
第 136 頁 - Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. THE
第 88 頁 - twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequences, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,— We'd jump the life to come.— But in these cases, We still
第 273 頁 - 1. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Charge," was the captain's cry; . Theirs not to reason why, Theirs not to make reply, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2.
第 343 頁 - evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods
第 252 頁 - Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round