Word: sorrowingly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...roar and be troubled." They voted an$8,500,000 $8,500,000 bond issue to restore highways and bridges; authorized the Emergency Board to borrow $1,500,000 for other relief measures; voted to loan the St.Johnsbury & Lake Champlain R. R. $300,000 from State funds; expressed their sorrow at the death of Lieutenant-Governor S. Hollister Jackson, drowned at Barre...
...bloody noses. The play tells of the Easter rebellion of 1916 when English machine guns shot holes in a fiery burst for Irish freedom. Some of the characters are patriots; some of them are drunken philosophers; one is a chubby prostitute in scarlet silk. The story tells the stark sorrow of a young bride whose patriot husband dies from the bite of English bullets. She loses her baby; loses her mind...
...Sculptor Epstein; then they looked at their catalogs and saw, "No. 21: Weeping Woman." They turned to the bronze face again. Slowly there crept into their minds the feeling that perhaps, in her slack eyes, her gasping mouth, her anguished hands there existed in truth some climax of sorrow. Lest they should be forced to reverse their preconceived opinions of Mr. Epstein, they hurried away from the bronze figures...
...mast on the occasion of ex-President Woodrow Wilson's death. The second was Baron von Maltzan, who, although starting his diplomatic mission under the cloud of his predecessor, finally had achieved conspicuous success and popularity at the time of his death?an event which occasioned nationwide sympathy and sorrow...
...time of night when watchdogs bark at a thought, a dream, waking farmers to a remembrance of grief, there winds through Manhattan the sound of boat horns. To those who grope for sleep in the darkness before dawn, they are hounds baying a gigantic sorrow, whining the threat of a remote doom. In the morning, sharp black noses sniff a zigzag scent across the harbor down the Hudson; the horns make cheerful yappings that in the dark, were the voices of a nightmare...