Macleod's First text-book of elocution1877 |
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Σελίδα 26
... hours are enlivēnēd with innocent pleasantry , let the 1 2 2 3 1 3 3 2 1 2i 2 3 1 2 2 Evening , in her sober habit , toll the bell to serious 2 2 3 1 211 consideration . 5 3 3 1 1 1 2 1 2 1 1 Here I may communē with my own 3 2 2 12 2 3ŭ ...
... hours are enlivēnēd with innocent pleasantry , let the 1 2 2 3 1 3 3 2 1 2i 2 3 1 2 2 Evening , in her sober habit , toll the bell to serious 2 2 3 1 211 consideration . 5 3 3 1 1 1 2 1 2 1 1 Here I may communē with my own 3 2 2 12 2 3ŭ ...
Σελίδα 30
... hour for retiring ; and we heard the distant and random gun that the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , from the field of his fame fresh and gory ; we carved not a line , and we raised not a stone , but we ...
... hour for retiring ; and we heard the distant and random gun that the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid him down , from the field of his fame fresh and gory ; we carved not a line , and we raised not a stone , but we ...
Σελίδα 33
... hour may heave in sight ; O , should it wreck upon the sands ! Go , son , and bear a light ! " He lights a torch and seaward goes ; Naught boots the deed , I doubt ; The rain it rains , the wind it blows ; And soon the light goes out ...
... hour may heave in sight ; O , should it wreck upon the sands ! Go , son , and bear a light ! " He lights a torch and seaward goes ; Naught boots the deed , I doubt ; The rain it rains , the wind it blows ; And soon the light goes out ...
Σελίδα 38
... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled ...
... hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem . To spare thee now is past my pow'r , Thou bonnie gem . Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet , The bonnie lark , companion meet ! Bending thee ' mang the dewy weet , Wi ' spreckled ...
Σελίδα 40
... hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory , And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide . Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea : Jehovah has triumphed - His people are free ! THE COLLIER'S ...
... hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory , And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide . Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea : Jehovah has triumphed - His people are free ! THE COLLIER'S ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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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...