The Star Speaker: A Complete and Choice Collection of the Best Productions by the Best Authors, with an Exhaustive Treatise on the Subject of Vocal and Physical Culture and Gesturing |
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... half - screaming tone which is often pursued in their recitations . A natural , easy , musical quality of voice which marks the refined per- son , should be cultivated in the school , play - ground , and at home . If a louder tone must ...
... half - screaming tone which is often pursued in their recitations . A natural , easy , musical quality of voice which marks the refined per- son , should be cultivated in the school , play - ground , and at home . If a louder tone must ...
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... , which will be just half - way between the correct sitting position and the level of the shoulders . Second . Let the head be gradually and gently raised to proper position . Third . Bend the head to the left until the.
... , which will be just half - way between the correct sitting position and the level of the shoulders . Second . Let the head be gradually and gently raised to proper position . Third . Bend the head to the left until the.
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... half its length , throwing the principal weight upon it , which will naturally incline the body in an opposite direction from Figure 1 , allowing only that part of the left foot which is shaded in Figure b to rest lightly on the floor ...
... half its length , throwing the principal weight upon it , which will naturally incline the body in an opposite direction from Figure 1 , allowing only that part of the left foot which is shaded in Figure b to rest lightly on the floor ...
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... half her Senate Enrich the fields of Thessaly , while we Sit here , deliberating in cold debates , If we should sacrifice our lives to honor , Or wear them out in servitude and chains . Rouse up , for shame ! Our brothers of Pharsalia ...
... half her Senate Enrich the fields of Thessaly , while we Sit here , deliberating in cold debates , If we should sacrifice our lives to honor , Or wear them out in servitude and chains . Rouse up , for shame ! Our brothers of Pharsalia ...
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... half - crazed brain , And cried : " Come back , my mother ! " Too late - he cried in vain ; And his kisses brought no love - light from the eyes that death had sealed . Then with choking sobs of anguish down by her side he kneeled , And ...
... half - crazed brain , And cried : " Come back , my mother ! " Too late - he cried in vain ; And his kisses brought no love - light from the eyes that death had sealed . Then with choking sobs of anguish down by her side he kneeled , And ...
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Page 372 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 200 - LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five ; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, " If the British march By land or sea from the town to-night, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light, — One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village...
Page 217 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her 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...
Page 220 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own.
Page 201 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British Regulars fired and fled, — How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farmyard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Page 195 - Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud? — Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passeth from life to his rest in the grave. "The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade, Be scattered around, and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the low and the high. Shall moulder to dust, and together shall lie.
Page 219 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Page 219 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 183 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Page 187 - Nor suffered they Hostelry or Tavern To shock with mirth a street so solemn ; But opposite the place of the cavern They wrote the story on a column, And on the Great Church Window painted The same, to make the world acquainted How their children were stolen away ; And there it stands to this very day.