How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1906 - 533 páginas |
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... Round the rough and rugged rocks the ragged rascals rudely ran . 19. She sells sea - shells ; shall he sell sea - shells ? 20. Theophilus Thistle , the successful thistle sifter , in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles , thrust ...
... Round the rough and rugged rocks the ragged rascals rudely ran . 19. She sells sea - shells ; shall he sell sea - shells ? 20. Theophilus Thistle , the successful thistle sifter , in sifting a sieve full of unsifted thistles , thrust ...
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... Round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! Thy everlasting light ? 8. Commence the following at lowest pitch , giving to each word a short rising slide on successively higher pitches ; aim at smoothness , and ...
... Round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ! Thy everlasting light ? 8. Commence the following at lowest pitch , giving to each word a short rising slide on successively higher pitches ; aim at smoothness , and ...
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... round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . " The Village Preacher . " OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 10. Insects generally must lead a jovial life . Think what it must be to lodge in a lily . Imagine a ...
... round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal sunshine settles on its head . " The Village Preacher . " OLIVER GOLDSMITH . 10. Insects generally must lead a jovial life . Think what it must be to lodge in a lily . Imagine a ...
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... round it ; and it will fall at last , if fall it must , amidst the proudest monuments of its own glory , and on the very spot of its origin . " Massachusetts and South Carolina . " WEBSTER . 6. It took Rome three hundred years to die ...
... round it ; and it will fall at last , if fall it must , amidst the proudest monuments of its own glory , and on the very spot of its origin . " Massachusetts and South Carolina . " WEBSTER . 6. It took Rome three hundred years to die ...
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... Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul ! Or life , or death , whatever be the goal That crowns or closes round the struggling hour , Thou ...
... Round me the smoke and shout of battle roll ; My eyes are dazzled with the rustling flame ; Father , sustain an untried soldier's soul ! Or life , or death , whatever be the goal That crowns or closes round the struggling hour , Thou ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Annabel Lee arms audience awful beauty bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus Catiline circumflex circumflex inflection clouds dark dead death deep DEMOSTHENES earth expression eyes face falling inflection father fear feeling Fezziwig forever Freedom calls gentle GEORGE CROLY gesture give glory glottis hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope human Hurrah Inhale Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud Macbeth ment Merchant of Venice mind mouth nation nature never night o'er Paul Revere's Ride pause peace pitch practise rising inflection sentence SHAKESPEARE silence sleep smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand sweet tell thee thing Thou art thought tion tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wind words
Pasajes populares
Página 162 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 350 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Página 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime 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.
Página 131 - TAKE HEED THAT YE DO NOT your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Página 57 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 56 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 88 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Página 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Página 49 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Página 130 - Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them : otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.