How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1906 - 533 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms beautiful bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus carronade Catiline circumflex cried dare dead death deep earth epiglottis exercises Exhale expression eyes face fall father fear feeling Fezziwig forever gentle GEORGE CROLY gesture give glottis gold standard hand hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope Hurrah inflection Inhale deeply Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud lungs Macbeth Merchant of Venice mind mouth nation nature never night nostrils o'er pause peace pitch practise Repeat rising inflection SHAKESPEARE side silence sing sleep slowly smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand star-spangled banner sweet tell thee thing thistles Thou art thought tion tone tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wind words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 91 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Seite 366 - What villain touch' d his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, — shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
Seite 162 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Seite 55 - 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?
Seite 131 - TAKE HEED THAT YE DO NOT your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven. Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Seite 56 - Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Seite 56 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 37 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Seite 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?