The model elocutionist, by A. Comstock and J.A. Mair1874 |
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... 56 - one beat in a measure . Larghetto . Metronome 66 — one beat in a measure . ៖ thou that roll - est a - bove , round as the shield of my fathers ! Andante . Metronome 76 - one beat in a measure 44 THE MODEL ELOCUTIONIST .
... 56 - one beat in a measure . Larghetto . Metronome 66 — one beat in a measure . ៖ thou that roll - est a - bove , round as the shield of my fathers ! Andante . Metronome 76 - one beat in a measure 44 THE MODEL ELOCUTIONIST .
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... fathers ! Whence are thy beams ' , O sun ' , thy ever- lasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; | the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold , and pale , sinks in the western wave . But thou thy- self movest ...
... fathers ! Whence are thy beams ' , O sun ' , thy ever- lasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; | the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold , and pale , sinks in the western wave . But thou thy- self movest ...
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... father on a bloody bier , | And rous'd the vengeance , blood alone could quell ' . He rush'd into the field , and foremost fighting , fell . Ah ! then , and there was hurrying to , and fro , | And gathering tears , | and tremblings of ...
... father on a bloody bier , | And rous'd the vengeance , blood alone could quell ' . He rush'd into the field , and foremost fighting , fell . Ah ! then , and there was hurrying to , and fro , | And gathering tears , | and tremblings of ...
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... father feeds his flocks ; | a frugal swain | Whose constant cares | were to increase his store ,, | And keep his only son , myself , at home : | For I had heard of bat'tles , and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord ; | And ...
... father feeds his flocks ; | a frugal swain | Whose constant cares | were to increase his store ,, | And keep his only son , myself , at home : | For I had heard of bat'tles , and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord ; | And ...
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... father's house , and took with me 1 A chosen servant | to conduct my steps- 1 Yon trembling coward who forsook his master . | 2 Journeying with this intent , | I pass'd these towers , | And heaven - directed , came this day to do The ...
... father's house , and took with me 1 A chosen servant | to conduct my steps- 1 Yon trembling coward who forsook his master . | 2 Journeying with this intent , | I pass'd these towers , | And heaven - directed , came this day to do The ...
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Page 157 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 187 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate.
Page 150 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 209 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 207 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 157 - Oh, from out the sounding cells what a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells, how it dwells on the future ! How it tells of the rapture that impels to the swinging and the ringing of the bells, bells, bells, of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells — to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Page 133 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Page 85 - The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the '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 mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Page 133 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 87 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never.