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... tones of her voice . Among people of real refinement slovenly speech and harsh voices are as unwelcome as slovenliness or lack of harmony in dress . Advantages in Business . - Desirable as it is to be able to use oral English well in ...
... tones of her voice . Among people of real refinement slovenly speech and harsh voices are as unwelcome as slovenliness or lack of harmony in dress . Advantages in Business . - Desirable as it is to be able to use oral English well in ...
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... tone and physical response , are em- ployed . Conversation and public address are most alike . Indeed , no distinct line of demarcation can be drawn be- tween them , because formal conversation with a score or more of listeners has the ...
... tone and physical response , are em- ployed . Conversation and public address are most alike . Indeed , no distinct line of demarcation can be drawn be- tween them , because formal conversation with a score or more of listeners has the ...
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... tone of voice results from taking a lazy position , a squeezed tone from cramping the chest and throat , and an animated tone from standing alert . By the poise of the head the tone is given general direction . Bow the head , and you aim ...
... tone of voice results from taking a lazy position , a squeezed tone from cramping the chest and throat , and an animated tone from standing alert . By the poise of the head the tone is given general direction . Bow the head , and you aim ...
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... tone can be produced . Control of Breath . To control the breath well is the next consideration . Only sufficient ... tones become breathy , the vocalization seems labored , the sentences are chopped by too frequent breathing and in ...
... tone can be produced . Control of Breath . To control the breath well is the next consideration . Only sufficient ... tones become breathy , the vocalization seems labored , the sentences are chopped by too frequent breathing and in ...
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... tone , until the supply of air is exhausted . Repeat , timing yourself with a watch , to see for how many seconds you can give the whistling tone . 6. Practice reading the following paragraph , striving to use as few breaths as possible ...
... tone , until the supply of air is exhausted . Repeat , timing yourself with a watch , to see for how many seconds you can give the whistling tone . 6. Practice reading the following paragraph , striving to use as few breaths as possible ...
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¹ Reprinted accent according to formation ALFRED NOYES Arabian horses Arthur Wynne Astorre audience Aunt March BARSAD Biagio breath called CARTON cave Charles CIRCUMFLEX consonant sounds cried DARNAY diphthongs elements emotions expression eyes face FALSTAFF feeling feet gesture give hair hand head hear heard heart hills honor horse Hugh Wynne King Lawlor LESSON live look macron marked morning nasal consonants never night o'Leave oral composition oral English passed Patsy Peter Sterling poet position prisoners pronunciation public speaking pupil reading aloud Red Fox Reprinted by permission rope sentences side smile speaker speech spoken English stand steeple stood STUYVESANT HIGH SCHOOL subtonic syllable talk tell thing thou thought tion tone turned Villon vocal voice vowel vowel sounds walk watch Wendell Phillips WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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Page 126 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 119 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 140 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 189 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Page 178 - Abide, abide, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The laving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide, Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
Page 124 - Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the fold of which His flock had need.
Page 206 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 179 - Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethyst — Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of Habersham, In the beds of the valleys of Hall. But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail : I am fain for to water the plain. Downward the voices of Duty call — Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the...
Page 317 - I endeavored to act up to that instruction. I say I am yet too young to understand that God is any respecter of persons.
Page 207 - I love (oh! how I love) to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more...