Vocal Expression in Speech: A Treatise on the Fundamentals of Public Speaking Adapted to the Use of Colleges and UniversitiesGinn, 1911 - 315 Seiten |
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... feels , spontaneous , free , and genuine . " What , get up and play before an audience ? " Yes ! Why not ? Ex- cept you become as a little child you are shut out from every worthy kingdom , and most of all the kingdom of art . 1 Parsons ...
... feels , spontaneous , free , and genuine . " What , get up and play before an audience ? " Yes ! Why not ? Ex- cept you become as a little child you are shut out from every worthy kingdom , and most of all the kingdom of art . 1 Parsons ...
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... feeling against the defendant . · - CICERO - 36. Hurrah for the sea ! the all - glorious sea ! 37 . Its might is so wondrous , its spirit so free ! And its billows beat time to each pulse of my soul , Which impatient , like them ...
... feeling against the defendant . · - CICERO - 36. Hurrah for the sea ! the all - glorious sea ! 37 . Its might is so wondrous , its spirit so free ! And its billows beat time to each pulse of my soul , Which impatient , like them ...
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... feeling that you ought to get up . To take another quarter of an hour then becomes a luxury . To enjoy your holiday in bed to the full , you should let it be vaguely understood that there is something amiss with you . Don't go into ...
... feeling that you ought to get up . To take another quarter of an hour then becomes a luxury . To enjoy your holiday in bed to the full , you should let it be vaguely understood that there is something amiss with you . Don't go into ...
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... feeling any better now , and you reply , with the old regard for truth , " much about the same . " You may even ( for your own pleasure ) talk of get- ting up now , when she will earnestly urge you to stay in bed until you feel easier ...
... feeling any better now , and you reply , with the old regard for truth , " much about the same . " You may even ( for your own pleasure ) talk of get- ting up now , when she will earnestly urge you to stay in bed until you feel easier ...
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... feeling any easier now ? " No answer . Are you asleep ? " No answer . " What a pity ! I don't want to waken him , and yet the fowl will be spoilt . " " Is that you back , Marion ? " re Yes , dear ; I thought you were asleep . ” No ...
... feeling any easier now ? " No answer . Are you asleep ? " No answer . " What a pity ! I don't want to waken him , and yet the fowl will be spoilt . " " Is that you back , Marion ? " re Yes , dear ; I thought you were asleep . ” No ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
१९ ९९ action anapest arms Baby Bob Cratchit boots breath called Camelot change of pitch Charley Johnson Christmas comes Cratchit cried dark DAVID COPPERFIELD dead dear door Dubric emotion eyes face Falstaff father Fezziwig fire follow Gareth give Guinevere hand hath hear heard heart heaven Heep human voice King Lady of Shalott light live Lochinvar look Lord Micawber mind monopitch mother Moya nature never night o'er O'Kelley passed phonograph public speaking resonators Richelieu round Sadie Scrooge SHAKESPEARE singing smile song soul sound speaker speech dynamics speech melody speech quality speech rhythm spirit stand stars stood student sweet tell thee thing thou thought and feeling thro Tiny Tim to-day tone tongue touch trochee unto vocal expression vocal utterance voice wind word young lawyer
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 220 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Seite 247 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Seite 169 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners ; But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 244 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 86 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Seite 186 - He answered and said, Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not : one thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.
Seite 220 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Seite 258 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe...
Seite 125 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Seite 176 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...