Word: imprints
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...understood the English eardrum better than George Frederick Handel, and nobody played on it with more conspicuous success. It was the wonder of his career that this adopted son who spoke a heavily Teutonic-flavored English and shaped his musical style after the Italians managed to leave his bulky imprint on England as no composer before or since. When he was buried with regal pomp in Westminster Abbey in 1759, 3,000 people attended the ceremony, and the press reminded its readers that Handel was to music what "Mr. Pope was in poetry." Last week, with performances of the operas...
...peak and received the Tablets of the Law. Among Christians, Mount Sinai is also revered as the shrine and resting place of Saint Catherine of Alexandria. To Moslems, it is sacred as the spot where, on a boulder near the peak, the camel bearing Mohammed to heaven left the imprint of one foot...
Anxious to please, Vag selected the ones indicated, observing the Oxford Street address of King George's own bootmaker. After much straining, the boots went on. Panting, Vag stood up, trying to erase the imprint of the boot heel from his shirt...
...last week in the Brittany villa at Lancieux, death at last stilled his rhythmic tongue at 84. He had missed by 16 years his youthful ambition to live to 100, had fallen short of his goal of 1,000 poems. But he had left behind him an ineffaceable imprint of his adventurer's appetite for the wild far places and the wild far things, in imperishable rhymed memorials to Claw-Fingered Kitty, Chewed-Ear Jenkins and Dangerous Dan McGrew...
Author Weidman, best remembered for his acidulous portrait of a diamond-sharp Jewish businessman in / Can Get It for You Wholesale, can still stamp the imprint of a heel on the printed page better than anyone else. But, though he knows his way around the jungle of a conniving city, he gets swiftly lost in the desert of the human soul. George Hurst's redemption is so pat and implausible, the world he aspires to so trivially empty, that readers may wish that Weidman's heels had no need to become heroes...