Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: With a Series of Introductory Lessons, Particularly Designed to Familiarize Readers with the Pauses and Other Marks in General Use, and Lead Them to the Practice of Modulation and Inflection of the Voice |
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... dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support , ' the sense clearly dictates the pause after illumine , at the end of the third syllable , which , in reading , ought to be made accordingly ; though , if the melody only were to be ...
... dark , Illumine ; what is low , raise and support , ' the sense clearly dictates the pause after illumine , at the end of the third syllable , which , in reading , ought to be made accordingly ; though , if the melody only were to be ...
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... dark trees a yellower verdure shed , and tip with silver every mountain's head ; then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , a flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; the conscious swains , re- joicing in the sight , eye the ...
... dark trees a yellower verdure shed , and tip with silver every mountain's head ; then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , a flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; the conscious swains , re- joicing in the sight , eye the ...
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... dark for his sight , his sense of smelling is his guide . 190. In summer , horses in the country feed on grass , or on grass and oats ; in winter , they eat oats , corn , and hay . When grazing in the pasture , they always choose the ...
... dark for his sight , his sense of smelling is his guide . 190. In summer , horses in the country feed on grass , or on grass and oats ; in winter , they eat oats , corn , and hay . When grazing in the pasture , they always choose the ...
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... dark sojourn : but lofty souls , who look be- yond the tomb , can smile at fate , and wonder why they mourn . 226. If for my faded brow thy hand prepare some fu- ture wreath , let me the gift resign : transfer the rosy gar- land : let ...
... dark sojourn : but lofty souls , who look be- yond the tomb , can smile at fate , and wonder why they mourn . 226. If for my faded brow thy hand prepare some fu- ture wreath , let me the gift resign : transfer the rosy gar- land : let ...
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... dark grave's prison door . Into its deep abyss - devouring all - kings . and the friends of kings alike must fall . 305. No persuasion could induce little Flora to leave the shealing and Hamish Fraser was left to sit with her all night ...
... dark grave's prison door . Into its deep abyss - devouring all - kings . and the friends of kings alike must fall . 305. No persuasion could induce little Flora to leave the shealing and Hamish Fraser was left to sit with her all night ...
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Page 78 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place ran Cassius...
Page 78 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
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Page 232 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
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Page 322 - And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
Page 370 - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
Page 57 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 182 - 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...