Exercises, Rules, and Hints on ElocutionWilliam Collins, Sons, 1881 - 130 Seiten |
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... soul of Deutschland Into your soul ish ran . Vill'st dou learn de Deutsch Sprache , Dou moost eat ap'out a peck A week of stinging sauercraut , Und sefen pounds of speck . Ur know not what in vin'gar , Und Ur don't vot in rum . Dish ish ...
... soul of Deutschland Into your soul ish ran . Vill'st dou learn de Deutsch Sprache , Dou moost eat ap'out a peck A week of stinging sauercraut , Und sefen pounds of speck . Ur know not what in vin'gar , Und Ur don't vot in rum . Dish ish ...
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George Walter Baynham. Vill'st dou learn de Deutsch Sprache , Brebare dein soul to stand Soosh sondes ash ne'er vas iver haird In any oder land . Dill dou canst make parenthesis No Deutsch you'll surely pe , For Gambruins ish de Emperor ...
George Walter Baynham. Vill'st dou learn de Deutsch Sprache , Brebare dein soul to stand Soosh sondes ash ne'er vas iver haird In any oder land . Dill dou canst make parenthesis No Deutsch you'll surely pe , For Gambruins ish de Emperor ...
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... soul , as the păssions are those of the body . The twō lănguages contradict each other ; tō which shall we listen . Remorse sleeps in prosperity , to wake in adversity . A bad act seldom torments us at the time ; torment comes when we ...
... soul , as the păssions are those of the body . The twō lănguages contradict each other ; tō which shall we listen . Remorse sleeps in prosperity , to wake in adversity . A bad act seldom torments us at the time ; torment comes when we ...
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... soul ; and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words ! Ah me ! that act ! QUEEN . Ah me , what act , that roars so loud , and thunders in the index ? HAMLET . ( Deep and strong . ) Look here , upon this picture , and on this ! the ...
... soul ; and sweet religion makes a rhapsody of words ! Ah me ! that act ! QUEEN . Ah me , what act , that roars so loud , and thunders in the index ? HAMLET . ( Deep and strong . ) Look here , upon this picture , and on this ! the ...
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... soul ; conceit in weakest bodies strongest works ; - speak to her , Hamlet . HAMLET . How is it with you , lady ? QUEEN . ( High and quick . ) Alas , how is't with you , that you do bend your eye on vacancy , and with the incorporeal ...
... soul ; conceit in weakest bodies strongest works ; - speak to her , Hamlet . HAMLET . How is it with you , lady ? QUEEN . ( High and quick . ) Alas , how is't with you , that you do bend your eye on vacancy , and with the incorporeal ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
accent arms Bardell beauty blessed blood breath bright brow Cæsar Canute Castlewood CATARACT OF LODORE child CHINESE PIG circumflex cried dark dead dear death doth dread earth Eliza Cook Esmond EXERCISE eyes face fame father fear fire Florac gentlemen give Glenara grace grave grief Grumph HAMLET hand happy HARRY hath hear heard heart heaven holy JANE John Anderson king lady land lassie light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Margate mind Moderate mother never Nevermore night o'er once ORLANDO Pathrick pause Peter Stone Pickwick QUEEN quoth Quoth the Raven ROSALIND round rule SARAH sarpint sleep Slow smile Sniggling sorrow soul Sound the vowel speak stood sweet tears tell thee there's things thou thought tone trolls for fish twas virtue voice wave weep What's whistle Winkle words young
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Seite 31 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore.
Seite 17 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Seite 14 - I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 25 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Seite 32 - 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,
Seite 32 - What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead.
Seite 27 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Seite 16 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Seite 34 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 24 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.