How to Speak in PublicFunk & Wagnalls, 1910 - 533 pages |
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... sense of shame , anger , or other cause eventuating in a paresis of the vasomotor filaments of the facial capillaries where , being divested of their elasticity , they are suffused with radiant , aerated , com- pound nutritive ...
... sense of shame , anger , or other cause eventuating in a paresis of the vasomotor filaments of the facial capillaries where , being divested of their elasticity , they are suffused with radiant , aerated , com- pound nutritive ...
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... senses are overwhelmed . And now it is winding up in full jubilee , it is rising from earth to heaven ; the very soul seems wrapt away and floating upward on this swelling tide of harmony . WASHINGTON IRVING . " Westminster Abbey " in ...
... senses are overwhelmed . And now it is winding up in full jubilee , it is rising from earth to heaven ; the very soul seems wrapt away and floating upward on this swelling tide of harmony . WASHINGTON IRVING . " Westminster Abbey " in ...
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... senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this ...
... senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say that Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If , then , that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar , this ...
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... senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? - ANON . Tell me , my soul ! can this be death ? " The Dying Christian to his Soul . " POPE . 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha 48 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
... senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? - ANON . Tell me , my soul ! can this be death ? " The Dying Christian to his Soul . " POPE . 4. Brutus . How ill this taper burns ! -Ha 48 HOW TO SPEAK IN PUBLIC.
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... sense Of that which is of all Creator and Defence . BYRON . 3. Soldiers ! You are now within a few steps of the enemy's outpost . Our scouts report them as slumbering in parties around their watch - fires , and utterly unprepared for ...
... sense Of that which is of all Creator and Defence . BYRON . 3. Soldiers ! You are now within a few steps of the enemy's outpost . Our scouts report them as slumbering in parties around their watch - fires , and utterly unprepared for ...
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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.