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Word: mock (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...halted under the trees towards the upper end, where a circle was formed, and the coffin passed around for the friends to take a last look at the contents, - simply a football, with painted frill fastened to the head of the coffin." The elegist then, in the most excessively mock sanctimonious manner, amid sighs and sobs and groans and lamentations, the noise of which might have been heard for a mile, read by torch-light the address, which we will reprint, with Mr. King's permission, from the Harvard Register...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SHORT HISTORY OF FOOTBALL AT HARVARD. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

...have let his story stand. I am surprised to find how clear it is; how grave a case, indeed, he has made out against me. For so "the gods make mock at us," as he himself has said...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A. BIRD OF THE AIR. | 6/3/1881 | See Source »

...three, unconscious how "the gods made mock at us," sat late into the starlight night, and no one could know that our hearts were not at peace. I can hear the light laughter of more than one happy group of people on that piazza yet; so great a part does commonplace play in this life of ours...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...spectator. "How imposing this must be!" thought I. "What sentiments of admiration she must feel!" At that moment I was just opposite them. "Oh, how he cleaves the air!" It was her soft voice. How sweet! But what did I hear? The sound of their united laughter? Did they mock me? My blood curdled. I'd show them whether I could cleave the air. I could have cleft the earth to have plunged them both therein. My indignation breathed new energy into my wearied frame. A reckless, frenzy seized me. In rapid alternation my feet pressed the flying treadles...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...being up in time, for I had my alarm clock to wake me. He didn't have any. At nine o'clock that evening I complained of a headache and went up to my room. Boxer had a knowing look, as I said good-night; he grinned with mock commiseration. This maddened me. I would show him, &c. My blood...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ALARMED. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

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