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Read the following dialogues according to the suggested intonation.
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16. This exercise is meant to develop your ability to pronounce different communicative types of sentences with all the possible intonation patterns and explain the difference in attitudes they render. Read the following sentences with all the intonation patterns possible for these communicative types. Observe the difference in meaning. His behaviour can hardly be regarded as noble. How did she take the unexpected news? Did Jack happen to be in Paris at that time? Enter Mr. Jackson's name in this list. This poem has an irresistible charm. Did he know enough about her life to speak with confidence about it? Oh, that won't do! It seemed a fascinating idea. Where did they get settled at last? Don't get involved in it. You've made a mess of the job. You let him alone. He seemed to lose heart in the business after that. Give my best wishes to your Mother. Why do you interest yourself in this affair? Aren't you Doctor Page's new assistant? Don't you realize it's quite against the rules to have him here? Good morning, Doctor Manson. Listen to the following poems. Mark the stresses and tunes. Read and memorize them. Nursery Rhymes Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water J ack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Twinkle, twinkle little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
In winter I get up at night, And dress by yellow candle light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.
I like to go out in the garden, I like to get up on the wall. I like to do any thing really, But I hate to do nothing at all.
There was a young man of Devizes, Whose ears were of different sizes. One was so small It was no use at all, But the other won several prizes.
One two three four, Mary at the cottage door. Five six seven eight, Eating cherries off a plate. There was a little girl And she had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very very good, But when she was bad she was horrid. Give a man a pipe he can smoke. Give a man a book he can read. And his home is bright With a calm delight Though the room is poor indeed. Hush, Hush, Little Baby Hush, hush, little baby. The sun's in the West, The lamb in the meadow Has lain down to rest, The bough rocks the bird now. The flower rocks the bee, The wave rocks the lily, The wind rocks the tree. And I rock the baby So softly to sleep It must not awaken Till daisy buds peep.
James James Morrison Morrison Whereby George Dupree Took great care of his mother, Though he was only three. James James said to his mother, "Mother," he said, said he: "You must never go down to the end of the town If you don't go down with me." James James Morrison's mother Put on a golden gown, James James Morrison's mother Drove to the end of the town. James James Morrison's mother Said to herself, said she: "I can get right down to the end of the town And be back in time for tea." King John put up a notice, "Lost or Stolen or Strayed! James James Morrison's mother Seems to have been mislaid. Last seen wandering vaguely, Quite of her own accord, She tried to get down to the end of the town Forty shillings reward!" James James Morrison Morrison (Commonly known as Jim) Told his other relations Not to go blaming him. James James said to his mother, "Mother," he said, said he: "You must never go down to the end of the town Without consulting me." James James Morrison's mother Hasn't been heard of since.
King John said he was sorry, So did the Queen and the Prince, King John (somebody told me) Said to a man he knew: "If people go down to the end of the town, Well, what can anyone do?" The Arrow and the Song H.W.Longfellow I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of a song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. Song A. Tennyson Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon. Father will come to his babe in the nest Silver sails all out of the West, Under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep... Twilight G.G.Byron It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lovely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away. Evening P.B.Shelley The sun is set; the swallows are asleep; The bats are flitting fast in the gray air; The slow soft toads out of damp corners creep, And evening's breath, wandering here and there Over the quivering surface of the stream, Wakes not one ripple from its silent dream. There are no dews on the dry grass tonight, Nor damp within the shadow of the trees; The wind is intermitting, dry and light; And in the inconstant motion of the breeze The dust and straws are driven up and down, And whirled about the pavement of the town. The Bells EA.Poe Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody fortells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells. From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. G.G.Byron "Adieu! Adieu! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good Night! "A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies,
But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My dog howls at the gate. "With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, So not again to mine. Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves! And when you fail my sight, Welcome, ye deserts, and ye caves! My native Land — Good Night!" (From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimages")
My Soul is Dark G.G.Byron My soul is dark — Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in this heart a hope be dear, That sound shall charm it forth again: If in these eyes there lurk a tear, "Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. But bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first: I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep Or else this heavy heart will burst; For it hath been by sorrow nursed, And ached in sleepless silence long: And now 'tis doomed to know the worst, And break at once — or yield to song. She is not Fair Hartley Coleridge She is not fair to outward view, As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. Oh, then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold — To mine they ne'er reply; And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye. Her very frowns are sweeter far Than smiles of other maidens are. Those Evening Bells Th.Moore Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of love, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! Those joyous hours are passed away! And many a heart that then was gay Within the tomb now darkly dwells And hears no more those evening bells! And so 'twill be when I am gone, That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells! The Daffodils W.Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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