Word: paled
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Faust sings of his despair. When he sees the coming of daylight, he closes the shutters. The pale sunbeams (supplied by a spot high up on Suhren's fly gallery) disappear. He threatens to kill himself, but-as Chorus Master Taussig on his stepladder gives the beat-women's voices offstage urge Faust to live...
...Congressional clamor rises, industries well beyond the pale of national defense have capitalized on the furor. Bicycle manufacturers, for example, have hoped that the President would raise their tariff protection to silence their lobby against the foreign trade bill. It would be unfortunate if the President bowed to these requests in an attempt to save his entire Foreign Trade Program. By following the Tariff Commission recommendation for boosted bicycle rates, the President would set a precedent that might reinforce his opposition. Other non-defense manufactures would cite the bicycle tariff as a basis for universally higher tariff rates...
...pale young man stood on a hilltop under the night sky, ranting at the stars. He had just seen a performance of Wagner's Rienzi, and like that Roman tribune, vowed the young man, he would rise some day to lead his people. He would leave his mark on history...
...Metropolitan Opera last week broke out in moderate three-quarter time. It staged the U.S. premiere of a 23-year-old opera by the late great Richard Strauss, called Arabella. Completed 23 years after Der Rosenkavalier, in 1932, it proved to be a pale reflection of that bouquet, but it had some of its typical ingredients: 1) a text by Strauss's friend, Poet Hugo von Hofmannstahl, with its share of Viennese titillation and Gemütlichkeit; 2) lovely melodies for the high voices, including some, so melting that the music seemed to run across the stage and drown...
Only Bowen's style, then, makes A World of Love an above average work. As her opening description of the countryside around the Irish castle, she writes: "The sun rose on a landscape still pale with the heat of the day before. There was no haze, but a sort of coppery burnish out of the air lit on flowing fields, rocks, the face of one house, and the cliff of limestone overhanging the river. The river gorge cut deep through the uplands. This light at this hour, so unfamiliar, brought into being a new world--painted expectant, empty, intense. This...