Word: sprawl
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...girdled green there bask the plains Where, with his timeless smiles. And mushroom hat, brown Vigour gains His spindling roots, his haulms, his grains- The Oriental Giles. Blunden looks long at familiar things; sometimes his best poetry is the result: Sprawl not so monster-like, blind mist; I know not "seems"; I am too old a realist To take sea-dreams From you, or think a great white Whale Floats through our hawthorn-scented vale- This foam-cold vale. So long and lovingly does he look that when he speaks, he tells of things many a reader's restless...
Etruscan Hero's Tomb. Princess Luciano Bonaparte owns land at Vulci, Etruscan community near Rome. Etruscan tombs underlie the whole vicinity. Recently, watching her peasants plowing, she saw a yoke of oxen sprawl into the ground. After extricating the animals, searchers found a series of unknown, unrifled tombs. Chief among them was that of an Etruscan hero, shrouded in blue and white gauze, with his little possessions around him, even a branch of laurel, still green. A coin in the tomb dated it about the 3rd century...
...Other muskets spat and flashed. The mob recoiled in panic, leaving a sprawl of bodies (five starkly stiff) in the street...
...good and appropriate Latin. But on consideration, other parallels are evident. The tributary nations, such as Nicaragua and Mexico, are departing from fealty; missionaries are retiring in fear before savage Chinese warlords; Europeans look with greed on American wealth. Luxury is creeping in; laborers in linen collars sprawl in scented cinema palaces and forget about capitalism. In the Capitol, Caligula Heflin rails against religion, and tortures the Senators. In Colorado the Praetorian Guards are shooting workers. The barbarians have already seized Newburyport and Chicago. Dominated by Cults, races, fearers of liquid voodoos, the country writhes with the torture of electing...
...Pictures. In the crowded gloom of Dance in a Madhouse, lunatics jostle. An old man with a bald head and a long, sharp nose grins and capers, holding a woman in white whose face is twisted into a grotesque horror of mirth. Around them the mad people sprawl, each one tasting some sly, thoughtful obscenity, and a man whose hand is a pointed nightmare gapes at a tiny woman...