How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls, 1910 - 533 pages |
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... pass over it into the gullet . 7. The soft palate . This is the membranous , muscular curtain at the back of the ... passes out entirely through the mouth . When it is allowed to fall upon the tongue , the passage to the mouth is closed ...
... pass over it into the gullet . 7. The soft palate . This is the membranous , muscular curtain at the back of the ... passes out entirely through the mouth . When it is allowed to fall upon the tongue , the passage to the mouth is closed ...
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... pass slant chant master draught surpass enhance grasp after class basket advantage cast pastor advance staff command COALESCENT â care share there chair scare fair prayer bear ne'er spare rare swear parent various ensnare ere declare ...
... pass slant chant master draught surpass enhance grasp after class basket advantage cast pastor advance staff command COALESCENT â care share there chair scare fair prayer bear ne'er spare rare swear parent various ensnare ere declare ...
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... Pass on ! Ye winds that move over the mighty places of the West , chant his requiem ! Ye people , behold a martyr whose blood , as so many articulate words , pleads for fidelity , for law , for liberty ! " On the Death of Abraham ...
... Pass on ! Ye winds that move over the mighty places of the West , chant his requiem ! Ye people , behold a martyr whose blood , as so many articulate words , pleads for fidelity , for law , for liberty ! " On the Death of Abraham ...
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... pass . Gloster . Unmannered dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn thee beggar , for thy boldness . " Richard III . " SHAKESPEARE . 4. I ...
... pass . Gloster . Unmannered dog ! stand thou when I command : Advance thy halberd higher than my breast , Or , by Saint Paul , I'll strike thee to my foot , And spurn thee beggar , for thy boldness . " Richard III . " SHAKESPEARE . 4. I ...
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... scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide , the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows , clouds , and darkness rest upon it . ADDISON . HIGH 1. Cry Holiday ! Holiday ! let us be 56 59 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
... scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide , the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows , clouds , and darkness rest upon it . ADDISON . HIGH 1. Cry Holiday ! Holiday ! let us be 56 59 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
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Common terms and phrases
arms audience beauty bells Blessed blood blow breath Brutus carronade Catiline circumflex cried dare dark dead death deep DEMOSTHENES duty earth expression eyes face falling inflection father fear feeling Fezziwig forever Freedom calls GEORGE CROLY gesture give glory gold standard hand hast hath head hear heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER honor hope human Hurrah inflection Jean Valjean Julius Cæsar King larynx liberty light lips live look lord loud Macbeth ment Merchant of Venice mind nation nature never night o'er oratory pause peace pitch practise rising inflection sentence SHAKESPEARE silence sleep smile soft palate soul sound speak speaker speech spirit stand star-spangled banner sweet tell thee thing Thou art thought tion tongue truth vocal voice Warren Hastings wave wind words
Popular passages
Page 158 - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain!
Page 361 - t is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 162 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Page 117 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 176 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Page 57 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 56 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st 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.
Page 88 - For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 172 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
Page 37 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.