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... voice are the physiological results of variation of feeling ; it follows that each inflection or modulation is the natural outcome of some passing emotion or sensation ; and it follows that the explana- tion of all kinds of vocal ...
... voice are the physiological results of variation of feeling ; it follows that each inflection or modulation is the natural outcome of some passing emotion or sensation ; and it follows that the explana- tion of all kinds of vocal ...
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... voice , by which we mean his method of using his voice ; the way , peculiar to himself , of pausing at certain intervals and hurrying at others , of sliding his sounds up and down on certain syllables and phrases , and also , per- haps ...
... voice , by which we mean his method of using his voice ; the way , peculiar to himself , of pausing at certain intervals and hurrying at others , of sliding his sounds up and down on certain syllables and phrases , and also , per- haps ...
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... voice does not naturally pause where the lines are ended ; e . g .: Cross down her quiet hands , and smooth Down her patient locks of silk , Cold and passive as in truth You your fingers in spilt milk Drew along a marble floor . -Little ...
... voice does not naturally pause where the lines are ended ; e . g .: Cross down her quiet hands , and smooth Down her patient locks of silk , Cold and passive as in truth You your fingers in spilt milk Drew along a marble floor . -Little ...
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... Voices : Tennyson . Strike , and when the fight is over , If ye look in vain for me , Where the dead are lying thickest Look for him who was Dundee . -Burial March of Dundee : Aytoun . How firm a foundation , ye saints of the Lord , Is ...
... Voices : Tennyson . Strike , and when the fight is over , If ye look in vain for me , Where the dead are lying thickest Look for him who was Dundee . -Burial March of Dundee : Aytoun . How firm a foundation , ye saints of the Lord , Is ...
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... voice from which their omens all men drew ; O iron nerve to true occasion true ; O fall'n at length that tower of strength Which stood four square to all the winds that blew ! -Ode on the Duke of Wellington : Tennyson . The woods shall ...
... voice from which their omens all men drew ; O iron nerve to true occasion true ; O fall'n at length that tower of strength Which stood four square to all the winds that blew ! -Ode on the Duke of Wellington : Tennyson . The woods shall ...
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accented syllable æsthetic alliteration alloyed artistic Battle of Ivry beginning cæsura CHAPTER character circumflex clouds corresponding dark developed DIES IRÆ direct representation double measure dramatic elocution duration effects elements elocution elocutionary emotion expression eyes fact falling feeling feet figurative language force G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS give Greek heaven heigh-ho hexameter Homer Hymn ideas Idem Iliad illustrative representation indicates inflection initial instance instinctive Jean Ingelow kind light Locksley Hall Longfellow meaning median melody methods metre Milton mind movement musical scale nature Notice o'er Paradise Lost passage pause picture pitch poem poet poetry principles produced prose pure Quadruple measure quotations reason reflective repre represent rhymes rhythm rising says sense sentence Shakespear singing Song soul stanza stream stress suggested sweet syllables tendency Tennyson termed thee thing thou thought tion tone unaccented syllables utterance verse voice vowel-sounds vowels wind words
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