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Adelaide Neilson Alice aloud artist auditor beauty birds blithe Spirit breath change of pitch character circumflex cloud color corsets dear diaphragm Dramatic Lyrics drudgery elements Ellen Terry Elsie emotion English exercise exposition eyes Fair Lady feel girl give gray hand heart Hervé Riel humor imagination impersonation inflection Lochinvar look lyre lyric lyric poetry Maggie master Maurice Maeterlinck ment mind mouse mouth muscles nature Netherby never night o'er once pause phrase play poem preter realize RICHARD HOVEY SELECTIONS FOR INTERPRETATION sense sentence singing Skylark smile song soul sound speak speech spirit Stradivarius student STUDIES IN VOCAL suggestive analysis sweet swift teacher tell thee thing thou thought throat tion to-day tone tone-color tongue true verse vocal expression vocal interpretation vocal vocabulary voice Vordingborg Walrus whimsical words
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Page 80 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Page 113 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 94 - Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 118 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Page 109 - Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Page 102 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 113 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Page 28 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation or any nation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.
Page 196 - To stare through the mist at us galloping past, And I saw my stout galloper Roland at last, With resolute shoulders, each butting away The haze, as some bluff river headland its spray: And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence,—ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance!
Page 197 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets