How to Read and Declaim

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Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1779 - Elocution - 428 pages
 

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Page 16 - Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines ! Ye swains that haunt the grove ! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds ! Ye close retreats of love ! With all of nature, all of art, Assist the. dear design...
Page 88 - To what excefles had his dotage run ? But God, to fave the father, took the fon. To all but thee, in fits he feem'd to go, (And 'twas my miniftry to deal the blow) The poor fond parent, humbled in the duft, Now owns in tears the punifhment was juft.
Page 83 - And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call: An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet grac'd, Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch...
Page 55 - And fits in meaiures, fuch as Virgil's Mufe To place thee near him might be fond to chufe. How might he tune th...
Page 76 - Those graves, with bending osier bound, That nameless heave the crumbled ground, Quick to the glancing thought disclose Where toil and poverty repose. The flat smooth stones that bear a name...
Page 87 - ... Detested wretch !" — but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours...
Page 4 - A soul supreme, in each hard instance tried, Above all pain, all anger, and all pride, The rage of power, the blast of public breath, The lust of lucre, and the dread of death.
Page 336 - There folid billows of enormous fize, Alps of green ice, in wild diforder rife. And yet but lately have I feen, ev'n here, The winter in a lovely drefs appear.
Page 92 - But urge thy powers, thine utmost voice advance, Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance ; 'Tis love that angels praise and men adore, 'Tis love divine that asks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way ; And all in glory wrapt...
Page 76 - Arms, angels, epitaphs and bones, These (all the poor remains of state) Adorn the rich, or praise the great ; Who while on earth in fame they live, Are senseless of the fame they give.

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