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He spoke yearningly of the motorcycle he'd left behind and of tooling around the Haitian countryside with a Port-au-Prince cycle club.
For a while, Edgar Allan Poe languished in the darkness he so earnestly and yearningly sought, until his torch, too, was seen for the horizons it laid open to view.
This time with Beethoven's sonatas, and we heard why in an inspired performance moving from electrifying volatility to serene, meditative lyricism, the yearningly beautiful adagio swept away in a flourish before the closing fugue built layer upon layer with superb clarity and pace.
Both shops showcase CV's own output, an endearing blend of the unabashedly provincial and the yearningly global.
then he perceived that she gazed at him yearningly" (108).
Dressed all in black and standing motionless, his face lit by a solitary spotlight and lined with regret, he inhabits the skin of a dying man looking yearningly back over his life and wishing he'd done things differently.
What better exclamation point to the hero's resurrection than a messy, freewritten passage that dances on the edge of Lewis's subconscious and slips yearningly into our collective fantasies of heaven?
"Why not?" Simon's father answered yearningly. "Rah-boy-oh-boy, let him show me only palship and buddyness and I would meet him half-way, I would be like in the jokes, the fun-loving Pop."
Over there: the place where the mountains meet the clouds, a seemingly enigmatic and wild place on which I gazed upon yearningly while we organized the logistics.
It's not until the character of Matt sings yearningly about "A Normal Life" that we get a sense of the piece's musical inner life, one that is then regularly conveyed in such engaging songs as "Destiny," "It's Not Enough," and "Look at Me First." Situation songs such as "Lucia" and "Not Tom" are also first-rate.
Gumbril knew this picture from his childhood home and remembered wondering why that old bishop "should be handing the naked old man a five-shilling piece." As they enter Rosie's bedroom, Huxley gives a serious rather than satiric description of the work that "looked darkly out upon the pink room": Utterly remote, absorbed in their grave, solemn ecstasy, the robed and mitred priest held out, the dying saint yearningly received, the body of the Son of God.
Discussing the Kabbalah, a mystical belief system informing Judaism, Scholem describes how, in creating the world, God "emit[ted] beams of light" into vessels, "but the vessels could not contain the light and thus were broken." Consequently, the light was scattered, some "sparks of holiness" falling into the material world, where they "yearningly aspire to rise to their source but cannot avail to do so until they have support" (1971, 45).