Word: across
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...yawn and look about you. Not far off is Smith, with open eyes and open mouth, enjoying himself to his heart's content. He catches your eye as the comic man gets off a pun as stupid as the jokes of a circus clown; and he leans across and remarks that it is bully. You smile and nod, and are pleased with the contrast between your own acute perception of the humorous and that of the Occidental intellect of Smith. Between the acts you meet Jones, who says that he comes in every night, and then hurries...
...groaned as I gazed at the gloomy window-panes of my room, "didst thou avail thyself of thy senioric privileges and betake thyself off for a week's respite from college duties?" and I leaned moodily against a tree. Of a sudden a cold puff of wind drew across the Yard, and, tinkle, tinkle, a sharp metallic sound struck my ear. I turned, and saw that I was standing near the college-pump, whose tin cup the breeze was rattling against the post. "Well said, wise counsellor," I murmured, "if man fail, then malt...
...light gleaming in your room as you return across the Yard, to have some one to call to you or growl at you as you open the door, some one ready to laugh with you at your author's wit, or to swear with you at the blindness of a textbook, - all this certainly tends to make life sweet. The other day, when that worthy African continued for the space of five minutes to call down blessings from Heaven upon my head in return for my five-cent subscription to the missionary cause, could I, had there been...
...that perfect monument of Colonial architecture, the Hancock House, have changed Boston much from the honest provincial town it was in "Ye Olden Tyme"; but Faneuil Hall, the Old South, the Old North, St. Paul's, Brimstone Corner, King's Chapel, and the Old State House still remain; while across the water, says G. W. Curtis in his "Eulogy on Sumner," "Lo! memorial of a battle lost and a cause won, the tall, gray, melancholy shaft on Bunker Hill rises; 'rises till it meets the sun in his coming, while the earliest light of morning gilds it, and parting...
...when there was to be a final meeting of our rulers on the question, and it seemed certain that my enemy would be successful. In anger and bitterness of spirit I walked the grass before the Hall. A fierce gale was raging, and above gigantic wind-torn clouds rushed across the sky. Suddenly, in the gloom, a shape, black as the storm, with eyes as fiery as my wrath, stood by my side and whispered...