Iliff's Select Readings for Public and Private Entertainment: Containing Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous ... Accompanied by Explanatory Notes Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ...John W. Iliff, 1893 - 519 páginas |
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... hours in overcoming effects . Students should always , before attempting to express one of the passions , carefully examine in what Tone , Key , Force , and Rate it should be delivered . Finding these , adapt the voice and expression to ...
... hours in overcoming effects . Students should always , before attempting to express one of the passions , carefully examine in what Tone , Key , Force , and Rate it should be delivered . Finding these , adapt the voice and expression to ...
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... hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers , Alike for the friend and the foe : - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Under the roses , the Blue , Under the lilies , the Gray . So , with an equal ...
... hours The desolate mourners go , Lovingly laden with flowers , Alike for the friend and the foe : - Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Under the roses , the Blue , Under the lilies , the Gray . So , with an equal ...
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... hours together ? Do you think I'd leave her little blessed side to dangle round oyster- saloons and theatres ? Do I look like a man to let a woman flatten her pretty little nose against the window - pane night after night , try- ing to ...
... hours together ? Do you think I'd leave her little blessed side to dangle round oyster- saloons and theatres ? Do I look like a man to let a woman flatten her pretty little nose against the window - pane night after night , try- ing to ...
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... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And gentle sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . W. C. BRYANT . When thoughts Of ...
... hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings , with a mild And gentle sympathy , that steals away Their sharpness , ere he is aware . W. C. BRYANT . When thoughts Of ...
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... Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous ... Accompanied by Explanatory Notes Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ... John W. Iliff. W. C. BRYANT . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour , come like. Bryant.
... Choice Selections of the Most Pathetic, Gay, Humorous ... Accompanied by Explanatory Notes Together with Appropriate Elocutionary Instructions ... John W. Iliff. W. C. BRYANT . When thoughts Of the last bitter hour , come like. Bryant.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Annabel Lee Anonymous Bardell battle beautiful bells blood brave breast breath BRET HARTE brow called Charles Mackay Charles Sumner cheek child Cleon Daniel Webster dark dead dear death don'd dream Duluth earth elocution eyes face father fear feel Felicia Hemans fire forever glory gone grave gray hair hand head hear heard heart heaven Henry Ward Beecher hill honor Irwin Russell John kiss land laugh light lips live look mother never night Number o'er patriotism Pickwick poor prayer Proctor Knott river Robert Young Hayne rose round SHAMUS Shump smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand stood storm style sweet tears tell thee there's thing thou thought to-day tone tramp Twas voice wave wife wild wind word young
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Página 405 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Página 52 - The hills, Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods — rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Página 483 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 403 - 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...
Página 452 - How it went to pieces all at once,— All at once, and nothing first,— Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Página 405 - In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending — if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must...
Página 476 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary! dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
Página 323 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Página 241 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 150 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!