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... tell , But this I know , and know right well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . 5. If virtue starves while vice is fed , What then ? Is the reward of virtue bread ? 6. This letter was written by William Penn . 7. I said an older ...
... tell , But this I know , and know right well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . 5. If virtue starves while vice is fed , What then ? Is the reward of virtue bread ? 6. This letter was written by William Penn . 7. I said an older ...
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... tell a fib . 3. There was a man whose name was Dob , He had a wife whose name was Mob , He had a dog that they called Cob , And she a cat whose name was Bob . 4. Cob ! Cob ! why , this to Cob was only sport ; Pray , what has Cob that ...
... tell a fib . 3. There was a man whose name was Dob , He had a wife whose name was Mob , He had a dog that they called Cob , And she a cat whose name was Bob . 4. Cob ! Cob ! why , this to Cob was only sport ; Pray , what has Cob that ...
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... Tell him I will be there either on Monday or on Tuesday . 5. I said honesty , not modesty . 6. Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream , For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 7. The ...
... Tell him I will be there either on Monday or on Tuesday . 5. I said honesty , not modesty . 6. Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream , For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . 7. The ...
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... raises his hand to strike , and has not the courage to give the blow . 3. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse . 4. Hold ! hold ! for your lives . 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee 60 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION .
... raises his hand to strike , and has not the courage to give the blow . 3. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse . 4. Hold ! hold ! for your lives . 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee 60 KIDD'S NEW ELOCUTION .
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Robert Kidd. 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee here- Even in thy pitch of pride- Here , in thy hold , thy vassals near , I tell thee thou'rt defied ! 6. Yet though destruction sweep these lovely plains , Rise ! fellow - men , our ...
Robert Kidd. 5. And , Douglas , more , I tell thee here- Even in thy pitch of pride- Here , in thy hold , thy vassals near , I tell thee thou'rt defied ! 6. Yet though destruction sweep these lovely plains , Rise ! fellow - men , our ...
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accented on middle accented syllable acquire action arms articulation banquet song bless breath Catiline command dare dark dead death declaiming degrees of force delivery earnest earth Element elocution emotion emphasis emphatic words EXAMPLES exer exercise expression eyes feeling forever gestures give grave gymnastics hallowed ground hand hear heart heaven high pitch honor human voice imitation increase inflection liberal opening light limbs live long quantity look lungs meaning mind modulation movement nature never o'er open vowel passage passion pause person Phocis pitch practice principal charm pronunciation proper pupils radical stress reader reading or speaking rising sentence sentiment short slaves slide smile smoky night sorrow soul sound speaker spirit stiff upper lip student style subvocal sweet syllable tears thee thing thou thought tion tone and manner truth vocal voice William Ladd
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Page 92 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 411 - 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...
Page 287 - It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, "Peace, Peace"— but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but...
Page 373 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 327 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain ; And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre.
Page 402 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 254 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Page 286 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 383 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveler returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 286 - There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.