Vocal Expression: A Class-book of Voice Training and InterpretationHarper & brothers, 1911 - 330 páginas |
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Vocal Expression: A Class-book of Voice Training and Interpretation Katherine Jewell Everts Vista previa limitada - 2022 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adelaide Neilson Alice aloud artist auditor beauty birds blithe Spirit breath change of pitch character cloud color cried Damfreville dear diaphragm Dramatic Lyrics drudgery elements emotion English exercise eyes Fair Lady feel galloped Ghent girl give gray hand heart Hervé Riel humor imagination impersonation inflection John Lane Publishing Le Croisic lips little Elsie Lochinvar look lyric lyric poetry Maggie master Maurice Maeterlinck ment mind mouse mouth Netherby never night o'er once pause phrase play poem poet preter round SELECTIONS FOR INTERPRETATION sense sentence singing Skylark smile song sound speak speech spirit STUDIES IN VOCAL suggestive analysis sure as fate sweet swift teacher tell thee thing thou thought throat tion to-day tone tone-color true verse vital vocal expression vocal interpretation vocal vocabulary voice Vordingborg Walrus word young Lochinvar
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Página 82 - 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...
Página 115 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 198 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance. And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Página 96 - Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Página 120 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Página 83 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe...
Página 30 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Página 104 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 115 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 29 - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.