The Art of Elocution as an Essential Part of Rhetoric: With Instructions in Gesture and an Appendix of Oratorical, Poetical, and Dramatic ExtractsS. Low, 1867 - 423 psl. |
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... GREGSBURY , M.P. , AND THE DEPUTATION . DICKENS . WITHIN the precincts of the ancient city of West- minster , and within half - a - quarter of a mile of its ancient sanctuary , is a narrow and dirty region , the sanctuary of the smaller ...
... GREGSBURY , M.P. , AND THE DEPUTATION . DICKENS . WITHIN the precincts of the ancient city of West- minster , and within half - a - quarter of a mile of its ancient sanctuary , is a narrow and dirty region , the sanctuary of the smaller ...
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... Gregsbury in his hand ; and , as there was a stream of people pouring into a shabby house not far from the entrance , he waited until they had made their way in ; and then , making up to the servant , ventured to inquire if he knew ...
... Gregsbury in his hand ; and , as there was a stream of people pouring into a shabby house not far from the entrance , he waited until they had made their way in ; and then , making up to the servant , ventured to inquire if he knew ...
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... Gregsbury ? " said he ; " Mr. Gregsbury lodges here . It's all right . Come in . " Nicholas thought he might as well get in while he could , so in he walked ; and he had no sooner done so , than the boy shut the door , and made off ...
... Gregsbury ? " said he ; " Mr. Gregsbury lodges here . It's all right . Come in . " Nicholas thought he might as well get in while he could , so in he walked ; and he had no sooner done so , than the boy shut the door , and made off ...
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... Gregsbury , which they were thus compelled to enter with most unseemly precipitation and with- out the means of retreat , the press behind them more than filling the apartment . " Gentlemen , " said Mr. Gregsbury , " you are welcome . I ...
... Gregsbury , which they were thus compelled to enter with most unseemly precipitation and with- out the means of retreat , the press behind them more than filling the apartment . " Gentlemen , " said Mr. Gregsbury , " you are welcome . I ...
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... Gregsbury . " Pugstyles , my dear friend , I am very sorry to see you here . " " I am very sorry to be here , sir , " said Mr. Pugstyles ; " but your conduct , Mr. Gregsbury , has rendered this deputation from your constituents ...
... Gregsbury . " Pugstyles , my dear friend , I am very sorry to see you here . " " I am very sorry to be here , sir , " said Mr. Pugstyles ; " but your conduct , Mr. Gregsbury , has rendered this deputation from your constituents ...
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accented Adrastus antithesis arms articulation BARADAS beauty blood breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius Cicero clauses close common compound inflections death deep delivery diphthongal distinct doth earth Elements of Rhetoric Elocutionist emphasis of force emphasis of sense EXAMPLES exercise expression eyes falling inflection feeling gentleman gesture give grace Gregsbury hand happy Harfleur hast hath heart heaven honour hope Huguet human voice Intonation Julius Cæsar justice king language light live Lochinvar look loose sentence lord marked meaning MEDON mercy middle pause middle pitch mind nature never o'er object orator passage passion perfect perspicuity practice pronominal phrase prosodial Pugstyles rhythm Richelieu rising inflection rules Shakspeare Shylock soul speak speaker speech spirit style sweet syllables system of Elocution thee thou thought tion tone tonic sound truth utterance verse voice vowel vulgar Whately Whately's word
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