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Title: Delsarte recitation book and directory
Year: 1890 (1890s)
Authors: Wilbor, Elsie M., ed
Subjects: Delsarte system Recitations
Publisher: New York, E.S. Werner
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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In his lifted hand clutched tightly, as the burning lamp shone brightly,Gleamed the winning card, whose bloodspots seemed some horror to portray;But as that dread weight upon him told him deaths cold hand was on him,As the lion at the hunter stares with paw upon the prey.So he stared in palsied terror at that card he dared not play. While that cobra round him lay. I The classic eras of study of generalities and of cases have passed. The ro-mantic time has gone by. Our modern age has come with its study of the Iindividual in expression. The so-called fine arts have had their day^ andthe individual m.an already demands that the arts of mankind shall be ob- I ierved now. The statue has become a livingman.^—Franklin H. Sargent. ; I30 DELS ARTE RECITATION BOOK. Back each chill spectator started as from ghost of one departed,While below that haunted table every eye was quickly cast;Where, beneath the cover hiding, round the gamblers ankles gliding,
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In the dark a deadly cobra was distinctly seen at last,That had coiled itself about him till at length his feetwere fast. Till each comrade stood aghast. One by one they drew back gently from the wretch,whose eye intently Three characteristics may be attributed to resj>iration: vocal^ logical^ pa-thetic^ or passional,—Delsarte. DELSARTE RECITATION BOOK, 131 Followed them as they receded through the shadows of the room;For each face too plainly told him that no hand should eer unfold himFrom those cold and clammy cerements, those chill cerements of the tomb.While, from underneath the table, craning up from out the gloom. Shone a deadly eye of doom. Slowly round the gambler toiling, sinuously coiling, coiling,Crept the cobra, higher, higher, up the limbs, the loins, the breast;Slowly round his body bending, all its angry hood distendingAt the vulgar jewels flaming on the gamblers velvet vest,Upward on its awful errand by its victim little guessed.Upward still that cobra pressed. Ti

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