Word: quiets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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About Mr. Jones there is an air of large, handsome magnanimity which Col. House never possessed. The House manner was too quiet not to be ulterior. If Mr. Jones wants to be another House, he conceals it beneath the air of a man who would under write the Democratic party as gladly as he would buy suits for a Boy Scout ball team...
...have asked, "Is it genuine?" Last week such connoisseurs took note, with panic or delight, of a controversy which concerned a painting called The Guitar Player, executed long ago by famed Jan Vermeer der Delft; a painting of a young girl seated in a diffused golden light, her fingers quiet upon silent strings. One Guitar Player was bought in London in 1896 by John G. Johnson and has reposed, since his death, with the rest of his collection in his Philadelphia house. Last week, British connoisseurs who viewed the collection of Lord Iveagh, shown to the public in London last...
...cattle along the roads. The moors stretched out around the village of Upper Hampton where he lived; at night the wind blew a mist across them, muffling soft sounds, making a dog's voice, searching along some far hedgerow, an obscure dangerous signal, a portent of sorrow. The quiet tides of the country, the slow changes of the land and its people, were a solemn whisper always ringing in his ears like the sea's slow music echoing in a shell. It is easy to believe the legends of Hardy which picture him as he grew up writing...
...last frayed edges of his thought. In his verse† he states more succinctly, more bitterly the angry, scornful, rebellion with which he regarded the dismal riddle of existence. The terse wrinkled lines of his poetry are like those of his small face in their expression of quiet pessimism, of a thoughtful, stoic sorrow. His "Epitaph on a Pessimist'' is a flippant quatrain: I'm Smith of Stoke, aged sixty-odd, I've lived without a dame From youth-time on; and would to God My dad had done the same...
Italian villages on the Mediterranean. Sunlight, blue sky and water on the Riviera. Stimulating talks with fellow-scholars in quiet Oxford closes, in dingy European university towns. The calm, still air of delightful studies in the great libraries and museums where Europe protects rare volumes and manuscripts from the ravaging American millionaire. These things beckoned to many a great Johns Hopkins scholar last week...