Word: lamentation
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Charles I, whose budding career was clipped off in 1649 as neatly as his sovereign's head. But with the agility of his 20th century namesake, he snatched up the pen as quickly as he dropped the sword, wrote Divi Britannici, a monarchical history of England. In its lament for the plight of the Cromwellian realm, one hears the first rumblings of the famed Churchillian rhetoric: "The two great luminaries of law and gospel were put out: such as could not write supplied the place of judges, such as could not read, of bishops. Peace was maintained...
Beyond the Aegean, by Ilias Venezis. A poetic, nostalgic Greek lament for a pastoral Eden, as a boy and his grandfather knew it in pre-World War I Anatolia (TIME, Sept...
...unlikely chill with the tale of a lady whose poodle comes to tea in a dinner jacket. She turns a trick of perspective to eerie effect by playing out the story of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar with a cast of sewer rats. Her most persistent theme: a lament over man's inhumanity to beasts. As a thoughtful cat tells a shepherd dog in a message from the realm of the dead: "Beware of death: tell them [those-who-walk-on-two-paws] that the Styx will roll along their white skulls in the infernal regions while the animals...
...make the few sound richer. The tune was Mood Indigo, and the broad-spaced trio at the start became one of Duke's sound trademarks. Other tunes lay fallow in the band's books until somebody set words to them and they caught on, e.g., Never No Lament (Don't Get Around Much Any More), Concerto for Cootie (Do Nothin' 'Til You Hear from Me). Ellington is accustomed to hearing his ideas unexpectedly used by other songwriters, and is resigned...
Wrote the Times in one of the most moving editorials Manhattan newspaper readers would read in many a day: "We mourn today for those who died, the ones we knew and the ones we did not know. We lament, too, the death of a ship-a gracious ship that now lies with all her cabins and saloons and murals, her spacious decks, her lovely lines, her exquisite and powerful engines, probably forever, in forty fathoms of water...