Webster's Reciter, Or, Elocution Made Easy: Plainly Showing the Proper Attitudes of the Figure, the Various Expressions of the Face, and the Different Inflexions and Modulations of the Voice ... : Also Containing Choice Selections of the Most Thrilling, Passionate, Heroic, and Patriotic Speeches and Poems ...Henry Llewellyn Williams Robert M. De Witt, 1870 - 192 pages |
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Appendix BATTLE OF IVRY behold Bingen blood body breast breath brow called Cumberland's crew Damon dark dead death deep Demosthenes Description of Figure Dionysius dread dying earth Edom eloquence expression eyes Falsetto father fear fire FORCE OF VOICE Freedom gestures give Goliath grave Guelma hand open hath head hear heard heart Heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre honorable member hope land liberty light lips live look Lord loud mill grinds MODULATION MOUNT VESUVIUS mountain nature ne'er never night numbers o'er orator Othello passions pause Pompey proud Pythias recited right foot round scorn senate sentiments SHYLOCK smile soul sound speak speaker spear speech spirit stand stress sweet sword tears tell Tennessee thee thine things thought tone tremble turn Union UNITED STATES SENATE uttered watch wave wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind word
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