The Fundamentals of Speech: A Text Book of Delivery, with a Section on Speech Composition and Interpretative ReadingHarper & Bros., 1927 - 536 Seiten Part of the Ogline Family Papers. |
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... thou hast been a tender nurse to me ! " " The wind moans and howls among the trees on the mountains . " " Round and round the waters streamed . " " Borne on the wings of time he came . " " Boomlay , boomlay , boomlay , boom ! " 5. In ...
... thou hast been a tender nurse to me ! " " The wind moans and howls among the trees on the mountains . " " Round and round the waters streamed . " " Borne on the wings of time he came . " " Boomlay , boomlay , boomlay , boom ! " 5. In ...
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... thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll . " " And every note its ardor flung from off its jubilant iron tongue was War , War , WAR ! " " Amidst the roar of guns and shells . " " It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea ...
... thou deep and dark blue ocean , roll . " " And every note its ardor flung from off its jubilant iron tongue was War , War , WAR ! " " Amidst the roar of guns and shells . " " It was many and many a year ago in a kingdom by the sea ...
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... Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? " " Well , ' cried he , ' Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ; The Marshal's in the market ...
... Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream , Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? " " Well , ' cried he , ' Emperor , by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon ; The Marshal's in the market ...
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... Thou wouldst not play false , yet wouldst wrongly win . 7. He honors us in an answer that an honest man can accept . 8. My weak words have struck but thus much show of fire . 9. Suddenly seaward swept the squall . 10 . Amos Ames , the ...
... Thou wouldst not play false , yet wouldst wrongly win . 7. He honors us in an answer that an honest man can accept . 8. My weak words have struck but thus much show of fire . 9. Suddenly seaward swept the squall . 10 . Amos Ames , the ...
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... Thou'rt not thyself For thou exist'st on many thousand grains That issue out of dust ; happy thou art not For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get , And what thou hast thou forget'st . Thou are not certain For thy complexion ...
... Thou'rt not thyself For thou exist'st on many thousand grains That issue out of dust ; happy thou art not For what thou hast not , still thou striv'st to get , And what thou hast thou forget'st . Thou are not certain For thy complexion ...
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Seite 485 - To overrun them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder ; devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty ! If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never — never — never...
Seite 228 - Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully. He shall receive the blessing from the Lord, and righteousness from the God of his salvation.
Seite 228 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 292 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 207 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Seite 518 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 247 - Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set : the spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which: And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension ; We are their parents and original.
Seite 260 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Seite 517 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
Seite 292 - The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers ; Little we see in Nature that is ours ; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon ! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon ; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers ; For this, for every thing, we are out of tune ; It moves us not.