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... speaking in an unknown tongue . The reader must be sympathetic , entering into the joy or grief of others as if it were his own . Mrs. Siddons once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The lesson was upon the " part " of a ...
... speaking in an unknown tongue . The reader must be sympathetic , entering into the joy or grief of others as if it were his own . Mrs. Siddons once had a pupil who was practicing for the stage . The lesson was upon the " part " of a ...
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... Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , - trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town - crier spake my lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand ...
... Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounced it to you , - trippingly on the tongue ; but if you mouth it , as many of our players do , I had as lief the town - crier spake my lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand ...
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... speaking of the flowing eloquence of the Greeks : 1 . O thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the moon , cold and ...
... speaking of the flowing eloquence of the Greeks : 1 . O thou that rollest above , round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the moon , cold and ...
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... Speak softly ! See'st thou here ? This is the mouth o ' the cell : no noise ! and enter 2 . I fear thee ancient mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long and lank and brown , As is the ribb'd sea sand . Coleridge . 7. The ...
... Speak softly ! See'st thou here ? This is the mouth o ' the cell : no noise ! and enter 2 . I fear thee ancient mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long and lank and brown , As is the ribb'd sea sand . Coleridge . 7. The ...
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... speak as gently as the lute , " like the sweet south upon a bed of violets , " or as shrilly as the trumpet ; it can tune the " silver sweet " note of love , and the iron throat of war ; " in fine , it may be modulated by art to any ...
... speak as gently as the lute , " like the sweet south upon a bed of violets , " or as shrilly as the trumpet ; it can tune the " silver sweet " note of love , and the iron throat of war ; " in fine , it may be modulated by art to any ...
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Page 3 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Page 410 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 27 - And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo. there was a great earthquake ; and the sun became black as sackcloth . of hair, and the moon became as blood ; and the stars of heaven fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together ; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.
Page 304 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Page 3 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 125 - T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke,— That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Page 301 - Each public officer who takes an oath to support the constitution, swears that he will support it as he understands it, and not as it is understood by others.
Page 231 - This water His blood that died on the tree; The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Page 68 - O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 41 - But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol, Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best...