Word: growed
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...letters grow less and less frequent after his marriage, and he seems to settle down with only an occasional bit of love-making. So his life drifts along until his wife dies. Then he is plunged into bitter grief-a grief so honest that we are forced to respect it, for grief, somehow, throws a mantle of dignity around even a fool. Yet his sorrows are much aggravated by various causes-among others a natural fear taking root in his mind that perhaps he would be condemned to Hell on his death. He speaks of "the want of absolute certainly...
...here I must bring to an end this long account of Boswell's love affairs, for he is no longer the same man. We hear the same voice after this, but it is cracked, and the merry ring is gone. The words no longer amuse us; they grow pitiful. It seems unkind to laugh at the lonely old fellow as he flits about his former haunts, only to find new faces and unkind greetings on every hand. We have laughed at his follies; now, when the folly begins to lose its mirth in sadness, we had best avert our eyes...
That college government has grown, is growing, and will grow, very much as political government, can hardly be doubted. We can but see that in the past, tyrannical or monarchic government was quite as prevalent in colleges as it had been in political institutions. We see, too, that college government has grown slowly from the purely tyrannical stage or period, until at last it has reached the oligarchic. "Government of the students, by the faculty, for the faculty," is a phrase that will, perhaps, convey a slightly exaggerated idea of the old time system of college government...
...quarters of the city are dark, crooked streets and dens of shamelessness and crime. There are quarters over which Ignorance and Vice brood like an eternal nightmare. Stunted and distorted human beings grovel in congenial ignominy; children are born in this pestilential atmosphere, are born and grow up, are asphyxiated, and die; and the filthy wheel of the city's life turns round and round. And whither does the human offal from these noisome streets on the water-front go? What becomes of the vilest of their vile and the most abandoned of their lost ones, when they throw...
Thus I remained for some time. Then a change came over me. I began to grow less and less conscious of sights and sounds around me; I thought less and less of my strange situation, and cared less and less what would become of me. At last the lethargy mastered my senses completely. I had a sensation of falling through endless space, and then my consciousness passed away...