Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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Σελίδα 14
... impudence , or by a brave humility , -by thinking so much of self that you think little of your audience , or by thinking so much of your subject that you forget self . Where the former method is adopted 14 Introduction .
... impudence , or by a brave humility , -by thinking so much of self that you think little of your audience , or by thinking so much of your subject that you forget self . Where the former method is adopted 14 Introduction .
Σελίδα 27
... brave ! a lamb at home - a lion in the chase ! " ' Twas only at Llewellyn's board the faith- ful Gelert fed ; he watched , he served , he cheered his lord , and sentinel'd his bed . In sooth , he was a peer- less hound , the gift of ...
... brave ! a lamb at home - a lion in the chase ! " ' Twas only at Llewellyn's board the faith- ful Gelert fed ; he watched , he served , he cheered his lord , and sentinel'd his bed . In sooth , he was a peer- less hound , the gift of ...
Σελίδα 29
... brave , who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich , all thy banners wave , and charge with all thy chivalry ! Oh ! few shall part where many meet ; the snow shall be their winding - sheet , and every turf beneath their feet shall ...
... brave , who rush to glory , or the grave ! Wave , Munich , all thy banners wave , and charge with all thy chivalry ! Oh ! few shall part where many meet ; the snow shall be their winding - sheet , and every turf beneath their feet shall ...
Σελίδα 31
... brave despair ; and shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , the wreathing fires made way . They wrapped the ship in splendour wild , they caught the flag on high , and ...
... brave despair ; and shouted but once more aloud , " My father ! must I stay ? " While o'er him fast , through sail and shroud , the wreathing fires made way . They wrapped the ship in splendour wild , they caught the flag on high , and ...
Σελίδα 36
... brave feet trod . [ God . They have left unstained what there they found — FREEDOM TO WORSHIP THE SANDS OF DEE .- ( Canon Kingsley . ) By kind permission of Messrs . Macmillan and Co. " O Mary , go and call the cattle home , And call ...
... brave feet trod . [ God . They have left unstained what there they found — FREEDOM TO WORSHIP THE SANDS OF DEE .- ( Canon Kingsley . ) By kind permission of Messrs . Macmillan and Co. " O Mary , go and call the cattle home , And call ...
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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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!
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...