Orthophony; Or, The Cultivation of the Voice in ElocutionJ.R. Osgood, 1871 - 300 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
accent animated appropriate articulation Aspirated pectoral quality aspirated quality BOOK OF PSALMS breath cadence character chest CORIOLANUS deep degree designation diatonic diphthong distinct downward slide earth effect effusive element elocution emotion emphasis enunciation error exemplified exercises explosive expression Expulsive orotund fault feeling force forcible gentle glottis grave guttural habit heart heaven High pitch horror human voice Impassioned impressive language larynx light Lord Low pitch marked Median stress melody Metre Middle pitch Moderate monotone mouth movement muscles musical scale natural notes o'er octave orotund quality orthophony passages passion pauses pharynx phrases practice prolonged prosodial pure tone purity of tone quantity radical stress reading render rhythm scale semitone sentence shout sion soft solemn soul speaking speech student style Subdued subtonic syllables termed thee thou tion tonic trachea unimpassioned upward vanishing stress verse vivid vocal organs vocal sound voice wave whispering words
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Página 257 - Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Página 238 - And when he came to himself, he said. How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare ; and I perish with hunger. I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him. Father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son ; make me as one of thy hired servants.
Página 257 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Página 286 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 244 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Página 198 - Therefore it is of faith, that it might be by grace; to the end the promise might be sure to all the seed; not to that only which is of the law, but to that also which is of the faith of Abraham, who is the father of us all...
Página 251 - O ! how altered was its sprightlier tone, When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring' air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call, to faun and dryad known...
Página 275 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Página 87 - Let the sea roar, and the fulness thereof ; The world, and they that dwell therein. Let the floods clap their hands : Let the hills be joyful together before the LORD; For he cometh to judge the earth: With righteousness shall he judge the world, And the people with equity.
Página 116 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest 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...