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... standing foot , -the other , the acting . " From this position , practice the following changes : I. SIMPLE POISE . — Make a change in poise , without shifting the feet , by swaying the hips slightly forward and a little to the right ...
... standing foot , -the other , the acting . " From this position , practice the following changes : I. SIMPLE POISE . — Make a change in poise , without shifting the feet , by swaying the hips slightly forward and a little to the right ...
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... Series , and the directions in which the gestures termi- nate , in the exercises given for practice , let the student imagine himself standing in the center of a square room about twice his height , and facing to the center GESTURE . 19.
... Series , and the directions in which the gestures termi- nate , in the exercises given for practice , let the student imagine himself standing in the center of a square room about twice his height , and facing to the center GESTURE . 19.
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... stand up , And say to all the world , This was a man . 6. They reeled , shook , staggered back , Then turned and fled . 7. Must I budge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy humor ? 8. I saw the breast that had ...
... stand up , And say to all the world , This was a man . 6. They reeled , shook , staggered back , Then turned and fled . 7. Must I budge ? Must I observe you ? Must I stand and crouch under your testy humor ? 8. I saw the breast that had ...
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... stand here like fat oxen , waiting for the butcher's knife ! If ye are men , follow me ! 22. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start ; -the game's afoot ; Follow your spirit ; and upon this charge , Cry ...
... stand here like fat oxen , waiting for the butcher's knife ! If ye are men , follow me ! 22. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips , Straining upon the start ; -the game's afoot ; Follow your spirit ; and upon this charge , Cry ...
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... standing of them . THE HEAD . Quintilian says , " As the head gives the crowning grace to the whole body , so does it prin- cipally contribute to the expression of grace in de- livery . " The poise of the head should be natural - not ...
... standing of them . THE HEAD . Quintilian says , " As the head gives the crowning grace to the whole body , so does it prin- cipally contribute to the expression of grace in de- livery . " The poise of the head should be natural - not ...
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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...