Voice Culture and ElocutionBaker & Taylor, 1890 - 364 psl. |
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... WIND AND THE MOON .. LASCA George Macdonald . 331 OUR FOLKS . CATILINE'S DEFIANCE . LET US TRY TO BE HAPPY .. ..F . Desprez . 334 .Horace Mann . 337 .Delavigne . 338 .Ethel Lynn . 340 Croly . 342 344 .Halleck . 345 . Clay . 347 PAGE THE ...
... WIND AND THE MOON .. LASCA George Macdonald . 331 OUR FOLKS . CATILINE'S DEFIANCE . LET US TRY TO BE HAPPY .. ..F . Desprez . 334 .Horace Mann . 337 .Delavigne . 338 .Ethel Lynn . 340 Croly . 342 344 .Halleck . 345 . Clay . 347 PAGE THE ...
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... wind came roaring . LATERAL SERIES - r . h . p . 1. : — I. The wind died away into a perfect calm . d . 2. And the death - angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave . h . 3. So darkly glows yon thunder - cloud , ind . That swathes , as ...
... wind came roaring . LATERAL SERIES - r . h . p . 1. : — I. The wind died away into a perfect calm . d . 2. And the death - angel flaps his broad wing o'er the wave . h . 3. So darkly glows yon thunder - cloud , ind . That swathes , as ...
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... winds , but soon is swelled by others meeting it , until a torrent , terrible and strong , it sweeps to the abyss , where all is ruin . 10. And so , fellow gladiators , must you , and SO must I , die like dogs . II . As some tall cliff ...
... winds , but soon is swelled by others meeting it , until a torrent , terrible and strong , it sweeps to the abyss , where all is ruin . 10. And so , fellow gladiators , must you , and SO must I , die like dogs . II . As some tall cliff ...
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... wind sobs a sad requiem o'er his grave . bst . - rob'st , snubb'st , bobb'st , fibb'st . Prob'st thou the wound of a broken heart ? dld . - saddl'd , coddl'd , riddl'd , muddl'd . A single look , his smoldering hate kindľ¿ to a rage ...
... wind sobs a sad requiem o'er his grave . bst . - rob'st , snubb'st , bobb'st , fibb'st . Prob'st thou the wound of a broken heart ? dld . - saddl'd , coddl'd , riddl'd , muddl'd . A single look , his smoldering hate kindľ¿ to a rage ...
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... winds soft'n'd to a whisper low . fnz . - soft'ns , deaf'ns , stiff'ns , rough'ns . Prosperity deaf'ns the ear to pity's call . fr . - free , fright , from , freckle , fresh . Francis French was too much frightened to offer assistance ...
... winds soft'n'd to a whisper low . fnz . - soft'ns , deaf'ns , stiff'ns , rough'ns . Prosperity deaf'ns the ear to pity's call . fr . - free , fright , from , freckle , fresh . Francis French was too much frightened to offer assistance ...
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Alice Cary arms articulation bell blood blow body breast breath Calisthenic called Cartilage Catiline Coriolanus dark death elements elocution emotions Epiglottis exercises expression eyes fall flowers front gesture give given glottis golden grace hand head hear heard heart heaven honor Julius Cæsar larynx liberty light lips look lungs Macbeth Merchant of Venice modulation monophthongs mouth movement muscles Neptany never night numbers o'er oblique Othello pause pitch position practice production of tone R. B. Sheridan Ring rise scorn sentence Shakespeare sing sleep slide smile soft soft palate song soul sound speak speech stress student sub-vocals sweet syllable tell thee There's thou thought and feeling throat Thyroid Cartilage tion tongue Trachea Twas vocal vocal ligaments Voice Culture vowel whisper wild wind words
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