Word: hymning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Socialist leader and Poland's Premier, rejected Gomulka's invitation. He said: "Our party is and will be needed and is of benefit to the Polish nation." Delegates broke into prolonged cheering, winding up with a spirited singing of The Red Banner, which is the Polish Socialist hymn. And when Boleslaw Drobner, Cracow's short, walrus-mustached Socialist leader who always wears a black worker's jerkin, added, "We don't need outsiders to tell us how to run our affairs," the demonstration was trebled in noise and duration. With a decisive no, the Socialists...
Some of the Negro congregation began to murmur the words of the hymn the choir was singing, "How sweet it is to know Him, Jesus Christ divine." Slowly choir and congregation began to sway and clap and stomp to the rhythm. People in the audience jiggled and jounced up & down shouting "Oh Lord, tell a story!" A mother pushed her child from her lap, crying "Oh Jesus, I'll fly away...
...city steeped in tradition and superstition. Ghosts as well as whores and gamblers haunted its streets and houses. The ghosts still do. New Orleanians swear that two waxen-faced Yankee soldiers parade through the corridors of a building on Constance Street, singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic. Dr. Deschamps, the dentist, hanged in the 1850s for murdering a girl he was trying to hypnotize, still haunts an apartment in 714 St. Peter Street. The Devil's own head hung on a gable in a house on St. Charles Avenue until gable and house were torn down...
...them, the hymn Praise, my Soul, the King of Heaven, has been selected by Princess Elizabeth as the opening hymn at her wedding. † To the tune composed by William Henry Monk, first musical editor of the Church of England's Hymns Ancient and Modern...
...About Town is more than a complex piece of Clair irony. It is also a simple hymn to Paris. In the opening shot of the film, the camera kisses the cool, wet cobblestones of an alley. The screen is full of tender glances at rust-crusted sinks, at the lovelight in the eyes of streetlamps, at tired mustaches, at a street fiddler's tobacco-stained teeth, and at lovely women who (in a travesty of nostalgia) all look alike...