Voice Culture and ElocutionBaker & Taylor Company, 1887 - 320 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 23
עמוד xi
... GOLDEN GATE ... THE HUNCHBACK SINGER . • John Vance Cheney . 246 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 248 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 251 Geo . W. Bungay . 254 .Alice Cary . 256 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 259 William T. Ross . 262 263 Jas . G. Clark . 264 ...
... GOLDEN GATE ... THE HUNCHBACK SINGER . • John Vance Cheney . 246 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 248 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 251 Geo . W. Bungay . 254 .Alice Cary . 256 .Fred Emerson Brooks . 259 William T. Ross . 262 263 Jas . G. Clark . 264 ...
עמוד 79
... golden ore - vein of success that lies beneath . No other department of elocution so fully verifies the oft - quoted proverb , that there is no excel- lence without great labor . An exact classification of the elements composing ...
... golden ore - vein of success that lies beneath . No other department of elocution so fully verifies the oft - quoted proverb , that there is no excel- lence without great labor . An exact classification of the elements composing ...
עמוד 100
... golden ripples of the rip'n'd grain make glad the heart of the peasant . pnz . - op'ns , happ'ns , rip'ns , cheap'ns . The combat deep'ns - on , ye brave ! pr . - pride , proper , prune , print , prey . Prompt to relieve , the prisoner ...
... golden ripples of the rip'n'd grain make glad the heart of the peasant . pnz . - op'ns , happ'ns , rip'ns , cheap'ns . The combat deep'ns - on , ye brave ! pr . - pride , proper , prune , print , prey . Prompt to relieve , the prisoner ...
עמוד 101
... golden cords of love dare not entwine . rdst . - reward'st , herd'st , guard'st . Thou regard'st whom thou reward'st . rfs . - serfs , dwarfs , turfs , scarfs . Dwarfs and pygmies shall to giants rise . rgz . - bergs , icebergs , burgs ...
... golden cords of love dare not entwine . rdst . - reward'st , herd'st , guard'st . Thou regard'st whom thou reward'st . rfs . - serfs , dwarfs , turfs , scarfs . Dwarfs and pygmies shall to giants rise . rgz . - bergs , icebergs , burgs ...
עמוד 103
... golden words . rnd . - scorn'd , earn'd , burn'd , warn'd . We were warn'd of our danger in time to escape . rndst.burn'dst , turn'dst , scorn'dst , warn'dst , learn'dst . Thou learn'dst thy lesson well , though thou scorn ' dst to ...
... golden words . rnd . - scorn'd , earn'd , burn'd , warn'd . We were warn'd of our danger in time to escape . rndst.burn'dst , turn'dst , scorn'dst , warn'dst , learn'dst . Thou learn'dst thy lesson well , though thou scorn ' dst to ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
abdominal ad ag ALICE CARY angels arms articulation Arytenoid Muscle aspirates bell Billy blow body breast breath Cæsar Calisthenic Cartilage combinations Coriolanus dark elements elocution Epiglottis exercises eyes face fall fingers front gesture given giving the syllables glottis go jo golden grace hand head heard heart heaven Julius Cæsar la la la larynx light lips look lungs Milly monophthongs mother mouth movement muscles Neptany never night o'er oblique Othello pause phatic physical expression pitch position practice production of tone resonant right foot Ring rise sentence Shakespeare short vocal side sing sleep slide smile soft soft palate song soul speak speaker student of elocution sub-vocals sweet tell thee There's thou throat Thyroid Cartilage tion tongue Trachea Twas vocal ligaments Voice Culture whisper wind words
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 301 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
עמוד 213 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
עמוד 234 - 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.
עמוד 233 - The gay will laugh / When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
עמוד 68 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
עמוד 174 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
עמוד 235 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
עמוד 144 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
עמוד 168 - I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
עמוד 200 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...