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... marked feature of the book is the choice list of Selections for parlor and public recitals . Many of the pieces are new and of the highest order of merit . While VOICE CULTURE AND ELOCUTION is particu- larly adapted to the work in ...
... marked feature of the book is the choice list of Selections for parlor and public recitals . Many of the pieces are new and of the highest order of merit . While VOICE CULTURE AND ELOCUTION is particu- larly adapted to the work in ...
Page xiii
... the student is best preserved . This is a matter of the greatest importance - especially to one who has marked natural ability . The true province of elocution , therefore , is not INTRODUCTORY: Province of Elocution.
... the student is best preserved . This is a matter of the greatest importance - especially to one who has marked natural ability . The true province of elocution , therefore , is not INTRODUCTORY: Province of Elocution.
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... marked ( g ) and note the effect : I tell you , though ( g ) you , though the whole ( g ) WORLD , though an ANGEL from ( g ) HEAVEN , were to declare the truth of it , I ( g ) WOULD NOT believe it . Give it next with the gestures ...
... marked ( g ) and note the effect : I tell you , though ( g ) you , though the whole ( g ) WORLD , though an ANGEL from ( g ) HEAVEN , were to declare the truth of it , I ( g ) WOULD NOT believe it . Give it next with the gestures ...
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... marked effect , called the OPENING SHAKE . The arm and Index Hand to the front moves , at the elbow and wrist , up and down through a gradually lessening arc , but increasing in rapidity to the conclusion of the sentence , and closing ...
... marked effect , called the OPENING SHAKE . The arm and Index Hand to the front moves , at the elbow and wrist , up and down through a gradually lessening arc , but increasing in rapidity to the conclusion of the sentence , and closing ...
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... marked , when , in adventurous boyhood , we scaled the lofty cliff to pluck the first ripe grapes and bear them home in childish triumph . 21. If ye are beasts , then stand here like fat oxen , waiting for the butcher's knife ! If ye ...
... marked , when , in adventurous boyhood , we scaled the lofty cliff to pluck the first ripe grapes and bear them home in childish triumph . 21. If ye are beasts , then stand here like fat oxen , waiting for the butcher's knife ! If ye ...
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abdominal ad ag ALICE CARY angels arms articulation Arytenoid Muscle aspirates bell Billy blow body breast breath Cæsar Calisthenic Cartilage combinations Coriolanus dark elements elocution Epiglottis exercises eyes face fall fingers front gesture given giving the syllables glottis go jo golden grace hand head heard heart heaven Julius Cæsar la la la larynx light lips look lungs Milly monophthongs mother mouth movement muscles Neptany never night o'er oblique Othello pause phatic physical expression pitch position practice production of tone resonant right foot Ring rise sentence Shakespeare short vocal side sing sleep slide smile soft soft palate song soul speak speaker student of elocution sub-vocals sweet tell thee There's thou throat Thyroid Cartilage tion tongue Trachea Twas vocal ligaments Voice Culture whisper wind words
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Page 301 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 213 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 234 - Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 233 - The gay will laugh / When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 68 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 174 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Page 235 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 144 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 168 - I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Page 200 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...