The New Speaker. With an Essay on ElocutionSaunders, Otley, and Company, 1861 - 395 Seiten |
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... 'er rocks they go . Swell of the voice in the sublime . Roll on , thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll , Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain . Vehement and choking passion with determined courage . Harry to 96 THE NEW SPEAKER .
... 'er rocks they go . Swell of the voice in the sublime . Roll on , thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll , Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain . Vehement and choking passion with determined courage . Harry to 96 THE NEW SPEAKER .
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... again He'd tear me where he stands . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! 152 THE NEW SPEAKER .
... again He'd tear me where he stands . " With thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine . Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! 152 THE NEW SPEAKER .
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John Connery. Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good Night ! ” BYRON THE PASSIONS . When Music , heavenly maid , was young ... dark-blue waves! ...
John Connery. Welcome , welcome , ye dark - blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts , and ye caves ! My native land - Good Night ! ” BYRON THE PASSIONS . When Music , heavenly maid , was young ... dark-blue waves! ...
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... darkness white as snow ! But gently now the small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side . So stately her bearing , so proud her array , The main she will traverse for ever and aye . Many ports will exult at the gleam of ...
... darkness white as snow ! But gently now the small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side . So stately her bearing , so proud her array , The main she will traverse for ever and aye . Many ports will exult at the gleam of ...
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... dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat , at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each ...
... dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . But Linden saw another sight , When the drum beat , at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each ...
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accent Angel arms Arnald articulation Balta beauty blood body brave breast breath brow BYRON Cæsar Cicero circumflex Clusium consonants dark death defects delivery Demosthenes diphthongal dread earth Elocution English language Erin go Bragh eyes falling inflection father feel fingers foot genius gesture glory grace Greece ground Gryba hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour human language Lars Porsena letter light lips Lord Lord Byron LORD CHATHAM loud Macedon mind nature never night o'er orator Otley passion pause pleasure position pronounced pronunciation Quintilian rising inflection Samian wine Scythians sense sentence Shakspere soft soul sound speaker speaking spirit Steel gauntlet stood sublime sweet sword syllabic emphasis syllable tears thee things thou thought tion tone tongue utterance voice vols vowel wave wild words wound youth
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Seite 250 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Seite 179 - I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
Seite 229 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss. Though winning near the goal — yet do not grieve: She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss; For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Seite 358 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Seite 357 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 237 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Seite 135 - But the Consul's brow was sad, And the Consul's speech was low, And darkly looked he at the wall, And darkly at the foe. " Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge. What hope to save the town...
Seite 238 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they { Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Seite 216 - Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure, ' Sober, steadfast, and demure, All in a robe of darkest grain, Flowing with majestic train, And sable stole of cypress lawn Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come; but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Seite 252 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae...