Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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... heard too strik- ingly . For pupils in this stage , the reading of verse printed in prose form has been found of great service , and accordingly a large proportion of the poetical se- lections has been arranged thus in the Text Book ...
... heard too strik- ingly . For pupils in this stage , the reading of verse printed in prose form has been found of great service , and accordingly a large proportion of the poetical se- lections has been arranged thus in the Text Book ...
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... heard clearly , one must avoid speaking in too loud or too low a tone . It is a good rule , in fixing the degree of loudness , to look at the remotest hearers and to speak so as to be heard by them . A common fault , how- ever , is ...
... heard clearly , one must avoid speaking in too loud or too low a tone . It is a good rule , in fixing the degree of loudness , to look at the remotest hearers and to speak so as to be heard by them . A common fault , how- ever , is ...
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... heard than a good one . Surely it is a matter for regret so little attention has been given to acoustics , that some of our finest churches and halls are rendered useless for the purposes of effective speech . The degree of echo in a ...
... heard than a good one . Surely it is a matter for regret so little attention has been given to acoustics , that some of our finest churches and halls are rendered useless for the purposes of effective speech . The degree of echo in a ...
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... heard before R in the same syllable , but a more open sound of a is always substituted , as in air , Mary , fairy , heir , & c . , pronounced with the vowel sound 2 a . In the following passage the vowels are marked according to the ...
... heard before R in the same syllable , but a more open sound of a is always substituted , as in air , Mary , fairy , heir , & c . , pronounced with the vowel sound 2 a . In the following passage the vowels are marked according to the ...
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... heard the bugle sound , and cheerly smiled the morn , and many a brach , and many a hound , attend Llewellyn's horn ; and still he blew a louder blast , and gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert , why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn ...
... heard the bugle sound , and cheerly smiled the morn , and many a brach , and many a hound , attend Llewellyn's horn ; and still he blew a louder blast , and gave a louder cheer ; " Come , Gelert , why art thou the last Llewellyn's horn ...
Common terms and phrases
arms beautiful beneath black crows blood blow brave bright brow cheek child cried dark dead dear death Donatello door Elocution eyes face falchion Falstaff father fear feel fell Finlater's Floy frae friends Gelert grave green guilders hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Inchcape Rock kind permission King kissed lady Lapstone Lars Porsena light lips Lochinvar look lord Miss Ophelia morning mother never Nevermore Nick Bottom night o'er pale permission of Messrs Peter Quince play pray Prince H pupil Pyramus Quin quoth Quoth the Raven reading roar round sarpint silence smile song sorrow soul sound speak stood sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought tone Topsy twas umbrella unclean animal utterance voice waves wild wind word Yarrow young
Popular passages
Page 37 - What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod; They have left unstained what there they found,— Freedom to worship God.
Page 113 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced 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, where no mention Of me...
Page 115 - 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 ; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, — whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 't were, the mirror up to Nature ; to show virtue her own feature ; scorn, her own image ; and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Page 74 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill ! But with the breath which fills Their...
Page 75 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 111 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Page 75 - And the stormy winds do blow. The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep...
Page 79 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite— respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Page 59 - 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 110 - Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor; So sinks the daystar in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...