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... cried out , " Leave me ! " and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively imagination combined with artistic skill . The picture must not only be clear and distinct in the mind of the reader , but he must be able to ...
... cried out , " Leave me ! " and would never give her another lesson . There must be a lively imagination combined with artistic skill . The picture must not only be clear and distinct in the mind of the reader , but he must be able to ...
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... cried , Sleep no more , to all the house : GLAMIS hath murder'd sleep ; and therefore CAWDOR Shall sleep no more— MACBETH shall sleep no more ! Shakspeare 4. The Guttural ( from guttur , throat ) is used to express anger , hatred ...
... cried , Sleep no more , to all the house : GLAMIS hath murder'd sleep ; and therefore CAWDOR Shall sleep no more— MACBETH shall sleep no more ! Shakspeare 4. The Guttural ( from guttur , throat ) is used to express anger , hatred ...
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... , with a frantic screech And cheeks as hueless as a brandy - peach , Cries , " Help , keind Heaven ! " and drops upon her knees , On the green - baize , beneath the - canvas - trees . - 6 . ― " I wad ha'e kent it 8 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION .
... , with a frantic screech And cheeks as hueless as a brandy - peach , Cries , " Help , keind Heaven ! " and drops upon her knees , On the green - baize , beneath the - canvas - trees . - 6 . ― " I wad ha'e kent it 8 EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION .
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... force throughout the vowel , used in emphatic command , braggadocio , etc. : 1 . Come one , come all , this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. Scott . 2 . " Go , " cried the mayor , EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 15 Thorough.
... force throughout the vowel , used in emphatic command , braggadocio , etc. : 1 . Come one , come all , this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I. Scott . 2 . " Go , " cried the mayor , EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION . 15 Thorough.
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Theoretical and Practical Anna Randall Diehl. 2 . " Go , " cried the mayor , " and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders , And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats ...
Theoretical and Practical Anna Randall Diehl. 2 . " Go , " cried the mayor , " and get long poles ! Poke out the nests and block up the holes ! Consult with carpenters and builders , And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats ...
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