Word: felted
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...little Italian child, ten-year-old Rina, his daughter. She played an accompaniment for him correctly, laboriously. They heard him sing again without distraction, heard him take perilous notes bravely, truly, cling to them fondly, heard pianissimos incredibly tender, applauded, many of them, shouted bravos, sat; others, mum, felt their praise unneeded to swell the confidence of the World's Greatest Tenor...
...humane, idealistic principle of government. He would, with kindness, mold superstitious peasants, renegades into a nation. Napoleonic ruthlessness he forbids. Opposed to him looms the sinister Juarez, man of implacable power, one who "has never had a dream." The native leader, never brought upon the stage, is constantly felt to be the spirit that directs deadly forces against the wavering royalist's policy. Betrayed, deserted, defeated by himself, Maximilian goes to his doom, a failure in living for his cause, but strong in dying for it. All this is presented against a series of 13 scenes, done...
...times had been under direct influence, and owed its greatness to the amount of its faithfulness to the tenets of that tradition, which were ecstatic adoration of primal beauty, not for the beauty itself, but for the appreciation of the transcendent spirit behind it, the spirit that has been felt by all generations of poets, and which is itself the fountain spring of all poetry...
...John Brown, white man from "Bleeding Kansas," felt that he was destined to free Negro slaves. He must have a citadel. So, with only 18 men, he captured the U. S. arsenal at Harper's Ferry, Va., and was in turn captured by Robert E. Lee. John Brown was hanged. Fifteen hundred soldiers stood by to prevent disorder. Abolitionists called him a martyr; Southerners, a murderous fanatic. The gap in the Union widened...
...some of life's absurdities. Some of its beauty was still warm to her-Heine's poems, her own lovely hands. But her steely pride was turned upon itself, 'her mortal enemy. Not even religion could resign her to the indignities of poverty. When she felt her time upon her, she stole off alone to a Pacific headland, to watch dawn break over...