Word: pureness
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...body was buried in a pagan cemetery near by. Pious legend tells how Constantine, who built the first basilica over St. Peter's tomb (begun 323 A.D.), had Peter's remains embedded in 40 tons of molten bronze overlaid with 30 pounds of pure gold in the shape of a cross. But the tomb of St. Peter, presumably filled with earth to protect it from invading barbarians, has never been found. Some Protestant scholars have argued that Peter was never in Rome at all. In 1937, when he was Papal Secretary of State, Pius XII became interested...
...work: tall, dark-skinned José Limón in Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias. Last week, they saw him again in a smashing new work by the same choreographer. Unlike her Lament, Choreographer Doris Humphrey's new Invention had no story and no characterization; it was pure dance, but with plenty of invention. By the time Limón & Co. (Betty Jones, Ruth Currier) had gotten through its four brief sections (a bright, gay solo, a duo, a meditative slow movement and a powerful recapitulation) they and Choreographer Humphrey had won an ovation. New works by other American...
...easy. The program notes warned that "the title 'symphony' can only be broadly intended." There was little pure instrumental writing: the "symphony" was more a song cycle of 14 poems, from Spenser and Milton to W. H. Auden, to be sung by soloists and choruses, in various combinations and with a full orchestra. Britten had given the strings comparatively little to do; most of the burden fell on blaring brasses, on rustic horns and bucolic woodwinds. It was rich with unusual effects: while Soprano Frances Yéend sang John Clare's The Driving Boy, the chorus...
...violence, the brother who went mad, the brother who took opium. There were also such delights of life in the hills and lanes of Lincolnshire that at Cambridge in 1827 the poet wrote a homesick set of lines complaining that the smoke of the university town besmirched the pure stars...
...ancient town of Mell, in Poland, where the travelers elect to stay, is a faultless work of pure imagination, a distillation of all European cathedral towns and watering places, with a few touches of South Africa and Greenwich Village thrown in. Medieval houses and cobbled streets fill young Morgan with wonder on his first sunny morning...