A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice: With Classified Illustrations : Suggested by and Arranged to Meet the Practical Difficulties of Instruction

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Eldredge & Brother, 1878 - 396 pages

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Page 135 - T We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better
Page 220 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. AS some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 343 - for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply
Page 232 - 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence; The sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives
Page 136 - Better than all measures Of delight and sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now. THE
Page 88 - twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequences, and catch, With his surcease, success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,— We'd jump the life to come.— But in these cases, We still
Page 273 - 1. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Charge," was the captain's cry; . Theirs not to reason why, Theirs not to make reply, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2.
Page 343 - evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods
Page 252 - Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round
Page 368 - That a maiden there lived, whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love, and be loved by me. 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

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