Gesture and Pantomimic Action by Florence A. Fowle AdamsWerner, 1891 - 215 páginas |
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Gesture and Pantomimic Action by Florence A. Fowle Adams Mrs. Florence Adelaide Fowle Adams Visualização completa - 1891 |
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anguish arm to front arm to right back leg back of hand back of left back to normal bending bowing head Bring arm Bring hands bring right hand brows Carry arm Carry right arm depressing wrist Drop arm dropping head elevating shoulders emotion forearm forefinger forward to left free leg gesture hand prone hand relaxed hands to breast head to left head to right head turning Hell and Heaven inclining head forward knee straight left foot level of shoulder line of beauty Little brother look Marguerita Mary Mother MEFISTOFELE Merchant of Venice mercy fall Minnehaha motion opposition palm pantomime passion position Practise this exercise Raise arm raise head Raise right arm right foot Romeo and Juliet sink Sister Helen slightly Slowly raise Stand with weight Strong leg Sway forward thou thumb tips of fingers torso turning head turning to left Tybalt upper arm waist Withdraw energy wrist and raising
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Página 118 - Why did you melt your waxen man, Sister Helen ? To-day is the third since you began.' 'The time was long, yet the time ran, Little brother.
Página 125 - Oh his son still cries, if you forgive, Sister Helen, The body dies, but the soul shall live.' 'Fire shall forgive me as I forgive, Little brother!" (O Mother, Mary Mother, As she forgives, between Hell and Heaven!) 'Oh he prays you, as his heart would rive, 190 Sister Helen, To save his dear son's soul alive.
Página 40 - Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow : Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 125 - A lady's here, by a dark steed brought, Sister Helen, So darkly clad, I saw her not." "See her now or never see aught, Little brother!" (O Mother, Mary Mother, What more to see, between Hell and Heaven?) "Her hood falls back, and the moon shines fair, Sister Helen, On the Lady of Ewern's golden hair.
Página 128 - See, see, the wax has dropped from its place, Sister Helen, And the flames are winning up apace ! ' ' Yet here they burn but for a space, Little brother ! ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Here for a space, between Hell and Heaven /) ' Ah ! what white thing at the door has cross'd, Sister Helen, Ah ! what is this that sighs in the frost ? ' ' A soul that's lost as mine is lost, Little brother ! ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Lost, lost, all lost, between Hell and Heaven /) STRATTON WATER.
Página 119 - I hear a horse-tread, and I see, Sister Helen, Three horsemen that ride terribly." " Little brother, whence come the three, Little brother ? " (O Mother, Mary Mother, Whence should they come, between Hell and Heaven?) " They come by the hill-verge from Boyne Bar, Sister Helen, And one draws nigh, but two are afar.
Página 122 - And he prays in torment to be dead.' ' The thing may chance, if he have prayed, Little brother!' (O Mother, Mary Mother, If he have prayed, between Hell and Heaven!) ' But he has not ceased to cry to-day, Sister Helen, That you should take your curse away.
Página 121 - Oh, it's Keith of Eastholm rides so fast, Sister Helen, For I know the white mane on the blast.' ' The hour has come, has come at last, Little brother! ' (O Mother, Mary Mother, Her hour at last, between Hell and Heaven!) ' He has made a sign and called Halloo! Sister Helen, And he says that he would speak with you.
Página 116 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Página 185 - And turn so deathly pale ? Near Purgatory's entrance The radiant Angels wait ; It was the great St. Michael Who closed that gloomy gate When the poor wandering spirit Came back to meet her fate.