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There is the ring of truth to his delivery, even when he makes sudden shifts of pitch or volume, along with a host of neat touches, like his affectionate farewell tug at Balthasar's cap near the end. In the tomb, he picks Juliet up from her bier and cradles her body on the floor during his final soliloquy (the finest speech Shakespeare gave him). In a departure from custom, at his last words--"Thus with a kiss I die"--he is able to move forward only part way toward Juliet's lips before he falls back dead, thus showing...
...Joseph, his patron saint, and handing out bottles of burned sacramental olive oil, Brother André reportedly cured as many as 15,000 crippled, blind and dying pilgrims a year. When he died in 1937, at the age of 91, half a million people filed past his bier, and Brother André was put up for sainthood...
...three days that followed, the nation paid tribute to the memory of Lyndon Johnson's gargantuan presence. As his body lay in state at the L.B.J. Library in Austin and later in the Rotunda of the Capitol, tens of thousands stood in line to pay homage at the bier -and to be thanked for coming by Lady Bird Johnson and her daughters. The dirges and the caisson and the white horses provided the traditional ingredients of a presidential funeral, but the rhetoric was somehow peculiar to the nature of Lyndon Johnson, as when Former Secretary of State Dean Rusk...
...freeing U.S. war prisoners; and for the many times he would stop to talk farming with an Appalachian family or drop in on the old folks in the new nursing home down in Johnson City. "Didn't he live well?" Lady Bird Johnson asked a friend beside the bier in Austin last week. He certainly...
...Ornellas as the doomed and "sweating lord" of Hastings, for example--does the play rise to its full height and mock the dead bones that lie scatt'red by. Penelope Allen and Pacino offer another such moment in the scene where he woos her before her murdered husband's bier; except for Clarence's dream. Richard III's poetry doesn't sing of its own accord like the later plays', but Allen's almost lilting threnody...