Word: hideously
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...this the only nuisance that has invaded the yard. Last Monday a couple of valorous Frenchmen, or Italians, for some one hundred and twenty eight consecutive minutes, made day hideous with their mournful lays, or rather with their Marseillaise, and with other tunes of merry France, and awakened tender memories of "dear Parce," in the breast of many a sober "grind." Imprecations in spite of the memories came in showers from adjoining windows upon the singers' devoted heads. Many more discordant noises could be mentioned, but we refrain. So did the Italians, but in a different way. Now, in sober...
Please let me add that I do not have in mind a rough burlesque like the antiques and horribles who make our Fourth hideous. There could be any number of ludicrous take-offs and droll fancies, yet well, and picturesquely arranged...
Every corps has a house of its own where the students meet evenings and hold their "kneipen." These consist of beer drinking, smoking, and singing; but the singing may better be called howling, and for those living opposite, the midnight hours are made more hideous than by cat-concerts. The greater part of the night is spent in this way, they getting to bed in the neighborhood of three of four o'clock in the morning. This is, of course, not a regular occurence, but happens about twice a week...
...scene. We try to think what it can be, and finally we discover it. Right before us stretching over a hundred yards of ground, the walls of the Jefferson Laboratory raise their giant and rigid outlines; their harsh effect lessened by no attempt at any concealment of their hideous nudity. As we rise with a sigh because the field cannot be entirely beautiful after all, we breathe a wish that our landscape gardner would only train a little ivy up the north end of that building, or plant a few young elms in front of it, that its Puritan severity...
...King Lear. Who has ever realized, without the aid of the senses, all the horror and pathos of such a scene as that in which Lear speaks with Edgar and the fool? The majestic madness of the King, the bitter jests and incoherent ditties of the fool, the hideous gibberish of Edgar, each in its peculiar tone telling a story of great and unmerited woe,- what a marvelous harmony of discords! When we have seen this play, we do not, it is true, carry away a single definite impression, or a moral expressed in words; but we do feel...