Word: chantings
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Good Morning to you, Good Morning to you, Good Morning, Dear Teacher, Good Morning to you. go-when September winds call them home from the wild streets and fields-obedient children, bringing fruit or flowers, are accustomed to chant to fresh-faced schoolmarms. William Albertson, a boy whose arithmetic was always wrong, hummed no such homage as he lounged carelessly into his sixth-grade seat at the Brainard Public...
...Bucharest; and the last at the ancient Cathedral of Curtea de Arges, a still medieval town 100 miles from Bucharest, where Rumania's royal ties lie buried. At the three services great censers filled the air with smoking perfume, and in Bucharest the priests intoned a resonant Gregorian chant, while the bearded Patriarch stood robed in Biblical and almost regal splendor. Cried the Dowager Queen Marie, kneeling beside her husband's bier: "He was a saint! Oh, a saint on earth. ... I would gladly have given my own life could he have been spared!" Said King Michael, seeking to comfort...
...Latin vespers' chant rose majestic and sonorous. Notre Dame seemed every moment less a church of man, and more the infinite, spacious House of God. Then Paul Claudel was suddenly upon his knees. . . . "Alors se produisit," he has said, "I'événement qui domine tout ana vie. This, of all my life, was the dominant moment. My heart was touched. Je crus-I believed! . . . Blinding, ineffable, had come the revelation. I had realized the heart-rending innocence, the eternal childhood...
...driven finally to loud rebellion against all the Powers of Destiny, should represent man in the primitive rather than in the African type. In the end she is slain on a mountain top by the fanatics whose beliefs she challenges. In the course of the drama, the Negro actors chant spirituals, which are welcome to a bored audience...
Serge Koussevitzky, brilliant, provocative conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra startled conservative ears last week when he gave the mad, barbaric incantation of Prokofiev's "Sept, Us sont sept"* its first and its second performance in Manhattan. For, having played the feverish chant in which the shattering tenor voice of the priest screams in frenzy to the seven horrible demons of Akkadian legend against a background of a surging, fanatical chorus as the third number on his program, he repeated it as the fifth for the better understanding of the audience...