Search Details

Word: wept (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...never met, although Casals recalled admiring a Chevalier performance in 1904. For nearly an hour two of the youngest old men in music chatted warmly in French-mostly on the glories of age. Then Casals announced: "Now I will play for you." Chevalier swallowed, blinked, finally wept openly as his host hunched over his instrument and played The Song of the Birds, a Catalan folk melody and unofficial anthem of exiled Catalans that Casals performs at the end of every recital. Sobbed Maurice: "Quelle beaute, quelle beaute." With a flurry of farewells, and clutching an autographed photo ("To Maurice Chevalier...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Mar. 30, 1959 | 3/30/1959 | See Source »

...long, 10 ft. wide and 10 ft. deep. At nearby Boniato prison, six priests heard last confessions. Before dawn buses rolled out to the range and the condemned men dismounted, their hands tied, their faces drawn. Some pleaded that they had been rebel sympathizers all along; some wept; most stood silent. One broke for the woods, was caught and dragged back. Half got blindfolds...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CUBA: The Vengeful Visionary | 1/26/1959 | See Source »

...hung up, dropped his head between his arms on his desk, and, as two visitors turned silently away, Old Joe Martin wept...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: REPUBLICANS: Old Joe Out | 1/19/1959 | See Source »

...Christ returned to earth. As leader of the W.K.F.L. (Wisdom, Knowledge, Faith, Love) Fountain of the World, Krishna went on: "It is true, children, I have served time for committing that bad check . . . that I . . . was convicted for a so-called burglary . . .'' Many in the audience wept; some doubted. One challenged: "Are you the embodiment of Christ?" Replied Krishna: "I cannot lie to you to please you. I must tell the truth in the sight of God. I am the Son of God." With that, a wild female shriek rang through the hall: "I knew...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CALIFORNIA: Misunderstood Prophet | 12/22/1958 | See Source »

Under a white birch tree near a brook sat a young man writing poetry. Occasionally, when the words on paper somehow refused to echo the music in his mind, he wept. The place was Molodi, a village 38 miles from Moscow, and the time was the year of peace 1913. The quiet gardens surrounding his parents' summer house, legend had it, had once served as a battlefield for the Czar's Cossacks and Napoleon's retreating French. Near by, graves dotted the ground...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Passion of Yurii Zhivago | 12/15/1958 | See Source »

Previous | 109 | 110 | 111 | 112 | 113 | 114 | 115 | 116 | 117 | 118 | 119 | 120 | 121 | 122 | 123 | 124 | 125 | 126 | 127 | 128 | 129 | Next