Word: scorning
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...intricately graceful and deeply moving poem. Only in "Memorare" incidentally, except for the advertisements, is there any reference to the war. Mr. Thompson also contributes the only characteristically youthful note to the issue in his arrogant review of "What Are Years" by Marianne Moore, in which he pours bitter scorn, inappropriate and incommensurate for its object, upon Miss Moore for producing the kind of poetry she has been producing for the past twenty years, and upon T. S. Eliot for liking it. Robert Gorham Davis, Briggs-Copeland Faculty Instructor in English Composition...
...days, while John Lewis curled his long lip in scorn over every Presidential appeal for some kind of settlement, his pallid-faced miners obeyed his orders, roamed the drab hills, picketed gates, shot and were shot at, and explained to their wives and kids, in the gaudy little parlors of their ugly little houses, why they were...
This obsession, more preacher's than poet's, drives Preacher-Poet Agee into some of the most exciting U.S. prose since Melville; into mind-wrenching gusts of irony, fury and scorn; into tedious stretches of self-indulgent introspection and childish philosophy. These are caused by Agee's determination to be ruthlessly faithful to his own thoughts and feelings, even when they fail to make sense. His chief failure is one Photographer Evans scrupulously avoids: he clumsily intrudes between his subject and his audience, even when the subject is himself...
Thirty-two of Britain's leading ladies marched last week into Foreign Secretary Anthony Eden's office to demand equality with men in Britain's Diplomatic Service (now for men only). They gushed scorn on every common objection from "marriage would interfere" to the notion that an Oriental potentate might take a peculiar view of a lady ambassador...
...expression on Hitler's face. I am but fifty yards from him and see him through my glasses as though he were directly in front of me. I have seen that face many times at the great moments of his life. But today! It is afire with scorn, anger, hate, revenge, triumph. He steps off the monument and contrives to make even this gesture a masterpiece of contempt. He glances back at it contemptuous, angry. . . . Suddenly, as though his face were not giving quite complete expression to his feelings, he throws his whole body into harmony with his mood...