Voice, Speech and Gesture a Practical Handbook to the Elocutionary Art ...: Comprising Also Selections in Prose and Verse Adapted for Recitation, Reading and Dramatic RecitalRobert D. Blackman Charles William Deacon & Company, 1904 - 1196 Seiten |
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... knew that he was true , - I'd have trusted him with life and limb as soon as I'd trust you ; For tho ' his wit was gone a bit , and he drank like any fish , His heart was kind , he was well - inclined , as even a white could wish . Food ...
... knew that he was true , - I'd have trusted him with life and limb as soon as I'd trust you ; For tho ' his wit was gone a bit , and he drank like any fish , His heart was kind , he was well - inclined , as even a white could wish . Food ...
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... knew the place like his mother's face ( or better , a heap , you'd say , Since she was a squaw of the roaming race , and himself a cast - away ) . Well , I took the Panther into camp , and the critter was well content , And off with him ...
... knew the place like his mother's face ( or better , a heap , you'd say , Since she was a squaw of the roaming race , and himself a cast - away ) . Well , I took the Panther into camp , and the critter was well content , And off with him ...
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... knew how fierce he felt , - — When the Injin dances with grinning glances around him as he lies , With his painted skin and his monkey grin , -- and leers into his eyes ! Then before I know what I should do Phil Blood 252 MISCELLANEOUS ...
... knew how fierce he felt , - — When the Injin dances with grinning glances around him as he lies , With his painted skin and his monkey grin , -- and leers into his eyes ! Then before I know what I should do Phil Blood 252 MISCELLANEOUS ...
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... knew Phil Blood too well to think he'd turn his back dead beat ! He takes one run , leaps up in the sun , and bounds from the slippery ledge , And he clears the hole , but - God help his soul ! just touches the tother edge ! One ...
... knew Phil Blood too well to think he'd turn his back dead beat ! He takes one run , leaps up in the sun , and bounds from the slippery ledge , And he clears the hole , but - God help his soul ! just touches the tother edge ! One ...
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... knew every single word of it . But I confess my- self totally at a loss to account for the phenomenon , that at 5.30 I didn't know it quite so well ; that at 6 a distinct coolness had sprung up between me and it ; and that at 6.15 ...
... knew every single word of it . But I confess my- self totally at a loss to account for the phenomenon , that at 5.30 I didn't know it quite so well ; that at 6 a distinct coolness had sprung up between me and it ; and that at 6.15 ...
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Seite 1049 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Seite 1078 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 236 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 568 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 452 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Seite 1077 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Seite 727 - Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again; And, lost each human trace...
Seite 454 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!
Seite 1049 - Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need, Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Seite 657 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...