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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... night is invariable , and the child is dull at school ; finally , speech is seriously interfered with . In all these cases a complete cure may be reckoned upon if the case be taken in hand sufficiently early ; and it is surprising how ...
... night is invariable , and the child is dull at school ; finally , speech is seriously interfered with . In all these cases a complete cure may be reckoned upon if the case be taken in hand sufficiently early ; and it is surprising how ...
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... Night's Dream , with accompaniments to certain scenes . 3. Schumann's music to Manfred , with accompaniments to cer- tain soliloquies . 4. A. C. Mackenzie , The Dream of Jubal , a poem with music for soli , chorus , orchestra , and ...
... Night's Dream , with accompaniments to certain scenes . 3. Schumann's music to Manfred , with accompaniments to cer- tain soliloquies . 4. A. C. Mackenzie , The Dream of Jubal , a poem with music for soli , chorus , orchestra , and ...
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... Celestial he waits , With his 2 3 4 1 2 3 Jacob was seen , as he slumbered 1 2 3 4 4 1 2 3 4 cantabile . Alone in the desert at night ? 4 1 2 3 VI . SELECTIONS IN PROSE AND VERSE , ADAPTED FOR Have you read in the Talmud of old ,
... Celestial he waits , With his 2 3 4 1 2 3 Jacob was seen , as he slumbered 1 2 3 4 4 1 2 3 4 cantabile . Alone in the desert at night ? 4 1 2 3 VI . SELECTIONS IN PROSE AND VERSE , ADAPTED FOR Have you read in the Talmud of old ,
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... night , And shone On her throne In the sky alone , A matchless , wonderful , silvery light , Radiant and lovely , the queen of the night . George Macdonald . [ By permission of Messrs . Chatto & Windus . ] THE SPANISH MOTHER . SUPPOSED ...
... night , And shone On her throne In the sky alone , A matchless , wonderful , silvery light , Radiant and lovely , the queen of the night . George Macdonald . [ By permission of Messrs . Chatto & Windus . ] THE SPANISH MOTHER . SUPPOSED ...
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... night the hymn rang out , In perfect cadence , clear as sunlit rain- Such heavenly music that the birds without Beat their warm wings against the window pane , Scattered the frosted crystal snow outspread Upon the stone - lace and the ...
... night the hymn rang out , In perfect cadence , clear as sunlit rain- Such heavenly music that the birds without Beat their warm wings against the window pane , Scattered the frosted crystal snow outspread Upon the stone - lace and the ...
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arms beautiful bells blood Boffin breath Bregenz bronchi captain's gig Cardenio catarrh child Chrysos Clifford Harrison cried Cuckoo Cynisca dark dead dear death door dream earth eyes face fair father fear gesture glottis hair hand Hans Vogel head hear heard heart Hell and Heaven Henry Henry Irving human voice King knew Lady larynx light lips Little brother live look Lord Mary Mother Modus morning mouth never Nevermore night o'er pass permission of Messrs pharynx phonation poem poor Poyser pray prayer Pygmalion recitation rose round Sandalphon Scrooge silence singing Sister Helen smile soft palate song soul sound speak speech stood sweet tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought tongue Twas utterance voice vowel Wegg wife wild wind woman words young
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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...