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... Epiglottis or " lid " of Glottis . 5. Hyoid or " tongue " Bone- ( os hyoides ) . 16. Trachea , showing the cartilaginous rings of which it is composed . 1 , 2. Upper Horns of the Thyroid Cartilage . 3 , 4. Lower Horns of the Thyroid ...
... Epiglottis or " lid " of Glottis . 5. Hyoid or " tongue " Bone- ( os hyoides ) . 16. Trachea , showing the cartilaginous rings of which it is composed . 1 , 2. Upper Horns of the Thyroid Cartilage . 3 , 4. Lower Horns of the Thyroid ...
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... Epiglottis . 16. Trachea . 17. " Cushion " of the Epiglottis . 18 , 19. Posterior Crico - Arytenoid or " ring - pyramid " Muscles . 20 , 21 , and 22 , 23. Constrictors of the " Vestibule " or entrance to the Larynx . 2. The Cricoid ...
... Epiglottis . 16. Trachea . 17. " Cushion " of the Epiglottis . 18 , 19. Posterior Crico - Arytenoid or " ring - pyramid " Muscles . 20 , 21 , and 22 , 23. Constrictors of the " Vestibule " or entrance to the Larynx . 2. The Cricoid ...
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... Epiglottis . This is a tongue - shaped cartilage that shuts upon the rim of the glottis whenever we swal- low , thus closing the passage - way to the lungs and pre- venting strangulation . It is attached to a U - shaped bone ( the os ...
... Epiglottis . This is a tongue - shaped cartilage that shuts upon the rim of the glottis whenever we swal- low , thus closing the passage - way to the lungs and pre- venting strangulation . It is attached to a U - shaped bone ( the os ...
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... Epiglottis is often a mischievous meddler . Any contraction of the mus- cles about the base of the tongue , or those of the jaw or neck , is apt to contract the muscles that control the action of the epiglottis , causing it partially ...
... Epiglottis is often a mischievous meddler . Any contraction of the mus- cles about the base of the tongue , or those of the jaw or neck , is apt to contract the muscles that control the action of the epiglottis , causing it partially ...
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... . The tip of the epiglottis is shown near the upper edge of the mirror , and the rim of the glottis " at the sides and below . BREATHING EXERCISES . THE proper development and control of the. 54 VOICE CULTURE AND ELOCUTION .
... . The tip of the epiglottis is shown near the upper edge of the mirror , and the rim of the glottis " at the sides and below . BREATHING EXERCISES . THE proper development and control of the. 54 VOICE CULTURE AND ELOCUTION .
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ad ag ALICE CARY arms articulation Arytenoid Muscle aspirates bell Billy blow body breast breath Cæsar Calisthenic Cartilage Coriolanus dark elements elocution emotions Epiglottis exercises eyes face fall fingers front gesture given giving the syllables glottis go Jo golden grace hand head heard heart heaven Julius Cæsar la la la larynx light lips look lungs Milly monophthongs mother mouth movement never night o'er oblique Othello pause phatic physical expression pitch position practice production of tone resonant right foot ringing sentence Shakespeare side sing smile soft soft palate song soul sound speak speaker speech step student of elocution sub-vocals Supine sweet syllable tell thee There's thou thought and feeling throat Thyroid Cartilage tion tongue Trachea Twas ugh-ee vocal ligaments Voice Culture vowel whisper wind words
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Page 301 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 213 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 234 - 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.
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Page 174 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
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Page 144 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Page 168 - I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below...
Page 200 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...