The Student's Own Speaker: A Popular and Standard Manual of Declamation and Oratory, for School, Home, and Private UseG.P. Putnam & sons, 1872 - 215 páginas |
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... standing still or pitching the luckless rider over his head . Sometimes , moreover , when you and your subject get on very well together , you fail to connect with the audience , and without having any positive quarrel with them , you ...
... standing still or pitching the luckless rider over his head . Sometimes , moreover , when you and your subject get on very well together , you fail to connect with the audience , and without having any positive quarrel with them , you ...
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... stand by the declaration midst the sound of the dulcimer and many - toned instruments calling upon the people to bow down and worship it . We want men who will tell the proud Nebuchadnezzar that he is only fit to eat grass with the oxen ...
... stand by the declaration midst the sound of the dulcimer and many - toned instruments calling upon the people to bow down and worship it . We want men who will tell the proud Nebuchadnezzar that he is only fit to eat grass with the oxen ...
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... stand , or desk , to relieve arms , hands , and body from the awkwardness of restraint . This and the succeeding burlesque dissertations are from the pen of the " Fat Contributor " ( A. M. Griswold ) of the Cincinnati Times , one of the ...
... stand , or desk , to relieve arms , hands , and body from the awkwardness of restraint . This and the succeeding burlesque dissertations are from the pen of the " Fat Contributor " ( A. M. Griswold ) of the Cincinnati Times , one of the ...
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... stand ? Fountain of the great deep , broken And prevailing , till , of late , Temperance brings an olive token , Showing how thy floods abate . Deluge from death's ocean flowing , Daily sweeping men away ; In the clouds I see a token Of ...
... stand ? Fountain of the great deep , broken And prevailing , till , of late , Temperance brings an olive token , Showing how thy floods abate . Deluge from death's ocean flowing , Daily sweeping men away ; In the clouds I see a token Of ...
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... stand in the middle . " And Thursday , Friday , Saturday , all Said something I can't remember ; And so they might have argued of the case From New - Year's to December . But Father Time , he cut them short : " My children , why this ...
... stand in the middle . " And Thursday , Friday , Saturday , all Said something I can't remember ; And so they might have argued of the case From New - Year's to December . But Father Time , he cut them short : " My children , why this ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æsop American Annabel Lee Base-ball beauty bells Blarney Stone blessed blood brave CALL AND RESPONSE CATARACT OF LODORE Caudle cause cloth country mouse dark dear dimes earth expression eyes fame father fear feel fellah fire forever frogs gate gentlemen give glorious glory grave hand happy head hear heart heathen Chinee heaven honor hornet human humor Jupiter kiss thee labor land laugh liberty light lion lips live look Macbeth mean mind mountains nature never night Njord o'er once Othello passion patriotism Paul Reeves Pendulum Phrenology political poor Press proud recitation Skadi smile soul speak speaker spect spirit sweet talk TATTLERS tell things thou thought tion tone true truth Union bands Vicksburg campaign Victor Hugo voice Washington woman women words
Pasajes populares
Página 26 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Página 27 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls...
Página 16 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Página 26 - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 25 - 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...
Página 199 - The boy ! — oh, where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart ! THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Página 87 - Mr President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty?
Página 16 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Página 53 - Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark, And for tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar — Which the same I am free to maintain.
Página 198 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.