Word: cluster
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...song, To that crew to which none of us care to belong. Here, deathless that hymn which years cannot stale Which evokes the warm hope of "to-something-with Yale." And the later tunes they'll warmly greet - "To the Crimson, Glory," and "Up the Street." Here thoughts will cluster of comrades dead, Of some strong, leal heart, of a noble head, Of a short, clean life that stirred one's soul, Of a full, rich life that pointed the goal...
...just presented to the Botanical Museum an interesting specimen of the flowering cluster of cocoanut, collected by him this summer in Jamaica. On the cluster which is still tightly packed inits firm sheath, there are many unopened buds, a few blossoms widely open, and some young fruits no larger than horse-chestnuts...
...same exhibition room the curator has just placed a beautiful cluster of the flowers of the snow-plant of the Sierras. It was given to the Museum by Mr. O. B. Henshaw, who obtained it this summer in Eastern California. Much of the brilliant red color of the plant has been lost, but the from is perfectly preserved. The plant receives its name from occurrence near or sometimes in the snow of the higher western mountains...
...writer in the Graduates' Magazine for December deplores the undergraduate's ignorance of the "venerable associations" which cluster around the University. "How many of the students" he asks, "know when Hollis and Stoughton, and Holworthy were built, or what the men did for whom they were named? . . . How many can tell, off-hand, where John Harvard died? Do they ever realize that British troops were quartered in Massachusetts and Harvard, that Washington probably visited those buildings many times, that Lafayette was received by President Kirkland on the steps of University? . . . Certainly much interest and charm, and much stimulus to high...
...Smith's descriptions were most vivid and clear. What, said he, could be more picturesque than an old fence, every fibre of which has been whitened and softened by wind and rain until it shines like finely woven silk? The weeds cluster in the patches of earth at its foot, worms eat their way through every splinter, and where some particularly ugly old stump disturbs the eye a little bit of vine peeps gaily over the top and offers its services to hide this blot and leaves at its death a golden patch of color...