The Pronunciation of English in Scotland, Tập 1The University Press, 1913 - 207 trang |
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änd andante articulated audible friction back lax rounded bət blımbər breath group breathed and voiced breathed consonant careful speech dät de:r dən dər dət diphthong Dombey E. F. BENSON Examples ǝnd ǝv də ənd ənd ə əv də fa:dər fricative glottis hard palate heard həd hər hi:r hım hız intonation jaŋ lips Me:r mf mf mid back Miss Blimber mouth nasal consonant nɔt passage plosion plosive plosive consonant position pronounced pronunciation rise Scotch dialect Scottish speakers sər SHEPHERD h. p. soft palate sonorous SOUTER Southern English speech sounds Standard Scottish stop stress syllabic consonant syllable symbol teeth ridge tense vowels tongue tɔm trill vocal chords voiced consonant voiced sounds wǝr wəz words
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Trang 165 - O'er Heaven's high towers to force resistless way, Turning our tortures into horrid arms Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise Of his almighty engine he shall hear Infernal thunder; and, for lightning, see Black fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels; and his throne itself Mix'd with Tartarean sulphur, and strange fire, His own invented torments.
Trang 163 - I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. 5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life : and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Trang 165 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious : If it were so, it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Caesar answered it.
Trang 164 - When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Trang 167 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Trang 166 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Trang 171 - Our little habitation was situated at the foot of a sloping hill, sheltered with a beautiful underwood behind, and a prattling river before ; on one side a meadow, on the other a green.
Trang 181 - Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain-cave Was freedom's home or glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be, That this is all remains of thee...
Trang 163 - I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have sot charity, I am nothing.
Trang 175 - ... it, And the leaves fell from the day. She went her unremembering way, She went, and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. She left me marvelling why my soul Was sad that she was glad; At all the sadness in the sweet, The sweetness in the sad. Still, still I seemed to see her, still Look up with soft replies, And take the berries with her hand, And the love with her lovely eyes Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in other's...