Word: fragrant
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...busting efficiency and blazing lights have not penetrated. In the Union library there are good books, staunch old friends that have proved their worth before generations; there are comfortable chairs into which one may sink deep in luxury, thoughtless of decorum; here one can cram the briar full of fragrant Virginian, light it with freedom and lie back in blissful serenity and ease...
...Lamont '16 has given us a very pretty little thumb nail sketch of Japanese scenes in "Nikko, the Beautiful." There is a fragrant freshness in that two-page description, something of oriental color which fairly gives us a whiff of the distinctive odor of the bambo. Immediately one is reminded of Lafcadio Hearn. It is a pity that Mr. Lamont did not build his description about one of those many fascinating plots that claim Japan as their birthplace...
...annual base-running best of the Arterial Blooders with the bowlegged Barons of Bow Street Bend. The Arterial Artists are expected to drive the Lords of Mirth from the lists, and heralds will bawl the decisions of the judges to the fractious faus roaring around the flowing flagons of fragrant nut-brown...
...rest "careless of the war about" is doubtful. The other pieces of verse show differing degrees of maturity of thought, poetical feeling and constructive skill. The most ambitious of these is "A Night Song,"--a lover's homage to his beloved as the two sit together in a fragrant garden by the sea. The external situation is finely conceived--the reader feels the moonlight, the flowers, the booming of the sea, the isolation. Part of Milton's canon, that poetry should be simple, sensuous and passionate, the poem is faithful to; it has burning passion and sensuous description...
...minds, when a horrid noise re-echoes from the wall, rolling from story to story with wild clamor; at last it dies away, and when silence reigns again we gasp, with dismay, "What on earth was that?" "That," says Snodkins, taking his cigarette from his lips, and blowing fragrant little rings of smoke into the air, "that is a man who bought a drum before the election, and who practices it yet; sounds rather loud in the well, doesn't it?" Loud, we should rather say it did; does he hake any more noises like that, we want to know...