Word: sunsets
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Before the bin of the sunset...
...effects are broad, drawn with a stub For acceptable performance, they require more consistency and steadiness than subtlety. The play depends chiefly upon three characters, the three principles of the triangle. Perhaps of these, Allan Mowbray, as the Italian grape grower eager for a wife to enjoy the sunset half of his life with him, is most realistically played. But Nan Marriett Watson as Amy, who comes from Frisco to wed him, runs her gamut of emotions with accuracy and some sweetness. Richard-Whorf, as Joe, the rolling stone, has a peculiarly slow-moving part; it is rather possible that...
...else moved. Behind him the burgesses of Salzburg listened respectfully; his Abbot sat upon his right; in front of him his four sturdy bastards awaited God's next word in a glitter of green and silver buckram. That was in the year . . . Nothing much had changed. Once more sunset powdered with golden dust the Cathedral Square of Salzburg; once more the monks looked down from their barred windows; once more, on a bare plank stage, God, the Father, in false hair delivered the speech that begins "the morall playe of Everyman." To be sure, the present prelate, Ignace Rieder...
...absorbed 400 ministers and 60,000 members, being more numerous in the U. S. than in Europe. Doctrines. The Seventh Day Adventists have no formal or written creed. The Bible is their rule of faith and practice. Their characteristic doctrines are: (1) The "Venerable Day of the Sun," from sunset on Friday to sunset on Saturday, is the Sabbath established by God's law and should be observed as such. (2) The personal, visible coming of Christ is near* at hand, and is to precede the millenium. At the close of the millenium, Christ and all His people will...
...Brown cows sunk in August meadows, fly-twitching, drowsily browsing; sheep streaming, grey blurs, cloud-patterned, home over a hill to a fold of peaceful and fleecy sleep; valleys folded in mist, green V's in the breast-hollow of a hill-range, ponds lying like shields at sunset, fishing boats blown out of shimmer to the white shadow of a cliff patched by a marvelous tiny woman, waiting, orchards in May, acres of blossoms pale and adream with the promise of bees and a deathless summer. Often he would paint two or three pictures on the same canvas...