Word: putting
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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...picture of what I at first thought a ballet-troupe in distress, but I afterwards found that it was only a group of Dr. Dio Lewis's pupils. A big man, in a choker coming up to his ears, and no cravat, told me, in a hollow voice, to put my valuables in a little drawer and to hang the key around my neck. I had always understood that the Turks were low robbers at home, but I had no idea they retained that character in climes so distant from their own. My valuables were with difficulty crammed into...
...that there is a great deal too much of it. The maxim "Write nothing in verse that can be written in prose" is entirely disregarded, or rather inverted. The would-be poet, thinking that passable poetry is to be preferred to good prose, expends his energies in putting his thoughts into verse, with more or less regard for metre, forgetting that really good prose is seldom written, and that poetry of a certain stamp is always forthcoming, be the occasion a golden wedding in the country, a military dinner in town, or anything else. The opposite fault - that of writing...
...play at long-stop, and Green's at point. The batting was fair. Sullivan was not out for 16, and Rives scored his nine by a succession of very brilliant hits. In the second inning, when the Alphas were seven out for 66, they hit their wickets, hoping to put out the Harvards before dark. The Harvards went to the bat, and it seemed as if they would have the option of hitting their wickets also; for only three wickets were down for thirty runs when darkness ended the game. The following is the score...
...rays in the water as they crossed the bridge. I know it was raining hard, and the reflection was only that of the street-lamp shining on the wet bricks. As we came through the Port, Smith, after reflection, concluded that there-were too many lights, and tried to put some of them out by tossing stones at them. I thought he succeeded, for I heard breaking glass, and it grew dark; but, of course, as it was dark, I couldn't see certainly whether he had put the light out or not, and so climbed up to examine. Hearing...
...write this in Concord, where I intend to pass the rest of the year. It seems that the reporter I bribed kept his promise, and did not put my name into his paper, but kindly furnished it, with full particulars, - drawing largely on his imagination, - to all the other journals in the city. A few days after, the following letter brought sorrow to the parental roof-tree...