New Science of Elocution: The Elements and Principles of Vocal Expression in Lessons, with Exercises and Selections Systematically Arranged for Acquiring the Art of Reading and SpeakingPhillips & Hunt, 1886 - 382 páginas |
Contenido
181 | |
185 | |
190 | |
192 | |
195 | |
198 | |
201 | |
205 | |
63 | |
69 | |
75 | |
77 | |
82 | |
85 | |
86 | |
89 | |
91 | |
96 | |
97 | |
98 | |
101 | |
105 | |
108 | |
109 | |
111 | |
115 | |
118 | |
119 | |
120 | |
124 | |
127 | |
128 | |
135 | |
137 | |
138 | |
139 | |
142 | |
147 | |
148 | |
155 | |
162 | |
163 | |
166 | |
174 | |
179 | |
208 | |
212 | |
215 | |
216 | |
220 | |
224 | |
227 | |
228 | |
231 | |
233 | |
236 | |
238 | |
248 | |
249 | |
250 | |
254 | |
259 | |
261 | |
264 | |
266 | |
267 | |
268 | |
270 | |
271 | |
272 | |
278 | |
281 | |
282 | |
283 | |
299 | |
314 | |
331 | |
351 | |
363 | |
369 | |
377 | |
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
appropriate beautiful bells boot boot-black brow cheerfulness Circumflex Class Exercises cultivate dark Define DIAGRAM dread dream Effusive and Expulsive Effusive Form elements Elocution Emphasis Energetic Force EXAMPLE EXERCISES Combining Form EXERCISES Contrasting EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION Exercises in Breathing Exercises in Gesture Exercises in Position expression Expulsive and Explosive Expulsive Form eyes Falsetto fear Final Stress given Guttural hand hath head heard heart heaven High Pitch Illustration Impassioned Force Inflection John Burns Lady Clare LESSON life-boat Lochinvar look Lord Low Pitch Median Stress Middle Pitch Moderate Force Moderate Movement mother motley fool o'er Oral Orotund Quality pale passions Pauses Pectoral Quality Pompey practice the following Pure Tone QUESTIONS Radical Stress Rapid Movement Repeat revenge Rising Inflection scorn selection require sentences shout slave Slow Movement smile solemn soul sound speak stanza Subdued Force sublimity sweet tears thee thou utterance vocal words
Pasajes populares
Página 295 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Página 342 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Página 232 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Página 303 - Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit...
Página 61 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 250 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Página 342 - thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore: Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore !
Página 292 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Página 339 - Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Página 339 - But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; Darkness there and nothing more.