Vocal Expression in Speech: A Treatise on the Fundamentals of Public Speaking Adapted to the Use of Colleges and UniversitiesGinn, 1911 - 315 strani |
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Stran 196
... GARETH AND LYNETTE The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent , And tallest , Gareth , in a shower of spring Stared at the spate.1 A slender - shafted pine Lost footing , fell , and so was whirl'd away . " How he went down , " said Gareth ...
... GARETH AND LYNETTE The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent , And tallest , Gareth , in a shower of spring Stared at the spate.1 A slender - shafted pine Lost footing , fell , and so was whirl'd away . " How he went down , " said Gareth ...
Stran 197
... Gareth : " How can ye keep me tether'd ! Shame ! Man am I grown , a man's work must I do . Follow the deer ? follow the Christ , the King , Live pure , speak true , right wrong , follow the King . " And Gareth answer'd further : " I ...
... Gareth : " How can ye keep me tether'd ! Shame ! Man am I grown , a man's work must I do . Follow the deer ? follow the Christ , the King , Live pure , speak true , right wrong , follow the King . " And Gareth answer'd further : " I ...
Stran 198
... Gareth , then replied : " The thrall in person may be free in soul , And I shall see the jousts . Thy son am I , And , since thou art my mother , must obey . I therefore yield me freely to thy will . " So Gareth all for glory underwent ...
... Gareth , then replied : " The thrall in person may be free in soul , And I shall see the jousts . Thy son am I , And , since thou art my mother , must obey . I therefore yield me freely to thy will . " So Gareth all for glory underwent ...
Stran 199
... Gareth's arm Smiled the great King , and half - unwillingly Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him . Then that same day there past into the hall A damsel of high lineage , and a brow May - blossom , and a cheek of apple - blossom ...
... Gareth's arm Smiled the great King , and half - unwillingly Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him . Then that same day there past into the hall A damsel of high lineage , and a brow May - blossom , and a cheek of apple - blossom ...
Stran 200
... Gareth call'd from where he rose , " A boon , Sir King - this quest ! Kay near him groaning like a wounded bull - Yea , King , thou knowest thy kitchen - knave am I , And mighty thro ' thy meats and drinks am I , And I can topple over a ...
... Gareth call'd from where he rose , " A boon , Sir King - this quest ! Kay near him groaning like a wounded bull - Yea , King , thou knowest thy kitchen - knave am I , And mighty thro ' thy meats and drinks am I , And I can topple over a ...
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Stran 220 - I CHATTER over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Stran 247 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Stran 169 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners ; But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Stran 244 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Stran 86 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Stran 186 - He answered and said, Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not : one thing I know, that, whereas I was blind, now I see.
Stran 220 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Stran 258 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe...
Stran 125 - Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot.
Stran 176 - Fear death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...