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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 22
... face the corner of it next to the audience ; and use that hand , and rest upon that leg , which is next to the person he speaks to , and which is farthest from the audience . This position is absolutely necessary , to form any thing ...
... face the corner of it next to the audience ; and use that hand , and rest upon that leg , which is next to the person he speaks to , and which is farthest from the audience . This position is absolutely necessary , to form any thing ...
Strana 28
... face , to express wonder ; sometimes held out be- fore the breast , to shew fear ; spread forth with the hands open , to express desire or affection ; the hands . clapped in surprise , and in sudden joy and grief ; the right hand ...
... face , to express wonder ; sometimes held out be- fore the breast , to shew fear ; spread forth with the hands open , to express desire or affection ; the hands . clapped in surprise , and in sudden joy and grief ; the right hand ...
Strana 29
For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking William Scott. Especially the face , being furnished with a variety of muscles , does more in expressing the passions of the mind than the whole human frame besides . The change of ...
For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and Speaking William Scott. Especially the face , being furnished with a variety of muscles , does more in expressing the passions of the mind than the whole human frame besides . The change of ...
Strana 30
... face is some- what difficult ; though not so hard , I should think , as to restrain the contrary sympathy , I mean of weeping with those who weep . Joy , when sudden and violent , expresses itself by clapping of hands , and exultation ...
... face is some- what difficult ; though not so hard , I should think , as to restrain the contrary sympathy , I mean of weeping with those who weep . Joy , when sudden and violent , expresses itself by clapping of hands , and exultation ...
Strana 33
... face the dreadful object , as shields opposed against it . One foot is drawn back behind the other , so that the body seems shrinking from the danger , and putting itself in a posture for flight . The heart beats violently ; the breath ...
... face the dreadful object , as shields opposed against it . One foot is drawn back behind the other , so that the body seems shrinking from the danger , and putting itself in a posture for flight . The heart beats violently ; the breath ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...