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...must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling . . . the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet ... I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the x/rost dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see . . . the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms ... a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful . . . The words com-pelle intrare, compel them to come in ... plumb the depth of the Divine mercy. The hardness...
What followed has not been easy on Japanese muscles. For generations Japanese have knelt on tatami (matting), staggered under heavy loads, shuffled pigeon-toed to keep their wooden clogs from slipping off. Many Japanese have thick thighs, knotty calves and short legs. But sturdiness of limb renders the Japanese dancers strong on point, and their natural determination makes for well-disciplined performers. And some observers have noted that the new generation's proportions are closer to the long-legged Western ideal. The cultural hurdle has been even more imposing than the structural difficulties. Ballet plots, often obscure at their...
...made him famous . . . 1890 saw the publication . . . of more than 80 short stories from his pen, many ballads and . . . a novel [The Light That Failed].'' Soon he was advising viceroys and was so famous that when he fell ill in New York (he married an American), crowds knelt in Seventh Avenue to pray for his recovery...
...three days stood vigil by the rough-hewn wooden coffin in which Mavis lay. Last week, with a hearse and 200 friends of the bereaved gathered outside the Sithebe hut, Mavis' father stood ready, hammer in hand, to nail the coffin's lid, while Mavis' grandmother knelt down with a basin of water and washed the girl's wan face. Slowly, the body stirred and turned over, face down. Father and grandmother dropped hammer and basin and rushed from the hut. Followed by the 200 mourners, they ran into the bush crying mercy from the voodoo...
...burning bush was very similar to my feelings. I saw many burning bushes in Cookham." For Spencer, who patterned the Virgin May after his counsin, a milkmaid, it seems perfectly natural that angels in their visitations should call on Sarah Tubb, whom Spencer remembers vividly when "she knelt right down in the street at the time there was a thing called Halley's comet." On the day of the Resurrection, Spencer paints the whole Cookham churchyard opening up as the dead come forth. In one version Spencer portrays himself on judgment morn, leaning against a tombstone, his work apparently...