Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 sider |
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Side 31
... , his pauses are very long ; the tone of his voice unvarying , and his senten- ces broken , expressing half , and keeping in half of . what arises in his mind . Vexation , occasioned by some real or imaginary mis- fortune OF GESTURE . 31.
... , his pauses are very long ; the tone of his voice unvarying , and his senten- ces broken , expressing half , and keeping in half of . what arises in his mind . Vexation , occasioned by some real or imaginary mis- fortune OF GESTURE . 31.
Side 33
... keep himself . in countenance ; all of which only heighten the confu- sion of his appearance . Remorse , or a painful sense of guilt , casts down the countenance , and clouds it with anxiety ; hangs down the head , draws the eyebrows ...
... keep himself . in countenance ; all of which only heighten the confu- sion of his appearance . Remorse , or a painful sense of guilt , casts down the countenance , and clouds it with anxiety ; hangs down the head , draws the eyebrows ...
Side 38
... or esteem , takes away the familiar gesture , and expression of simple love . ( See Love . ) Keeps the respect- ful look and attitude . ( See Modesty and Veneration , ) " The eyes are open wide , and now and 58 ELEMENTS.
... or esteem , takes away the familiar gesture , and expression of simple love . ( See Love . ) Keeps the respect- ful look and attitude . ( See Modesty and Veneration , ) " The eyes are open wide , and now and 58 ELEMENTS.
Side 42
... keep it off . The face turned away from that side toward which the hands are thrown out ; the eyes looking an- grily and asquint the same way the hands are directed ; the eyebrows drawn downwards ; the upper lip disdain- fully drawn up ...
... keep it off . The face turned away from that side toward which the hands are thrown out ; the eyes looking an- grily and asquint the same way the hands are directed ; the eyebrows drawn downwards ; the upper lip disdain- fully drawn up ...
Side 54
... keep it from falling and raise it with all the variation which the sense requires . The best meth- od of correcting a uniform cadence is frequently to read select sentences , in which the style is pointed , and fre- .. quent antitheses ...
... keep it from falling and raise it with all the variation which the sense requires . The best meth- od of correcting a uniform cadence is frequently to read select sentences , in which the style is pointed , and fre- .. quent antitheses ...
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Side 349 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble...
Side 230 - Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
Side 374 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Side 373 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear : believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Side 356 - Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
Side 366 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Side 231 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Side 254 - Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Side 262 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...
Side 363 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...