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Word: wonderful (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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Just then an ominous growl broke upon my ears. I trembled violently, and my teeth rattled with fear. There was a rustling in the bushes - I looked up - I saw a horrid great creature with switching tail and fiery eyes. I wonder that I did not faint; perhaps I had self-possession enough to recognize the uselessness of such a proceeding; nevertheless I was paralyzed with fear, for the gates of eternity seemed about to engulf...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DAISY SPRUCEWELL'S ROMANCE. | 11/12/1880 | See Source »

...Atlantic contemporaries were less interesting even than ordinary this week, and we picked up the Oxford and Cambridge Undergraduates' Journal, to see what they were doing on the other side. No wonder that a fine eight can be made, when the Journal publishes a list of thirty-four eights in practice, belonging to the different colleges which compose the University of Cambridge...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EXCHANGES. | 6/18/1880 | See Source »

Then on a huge car was exhibited the mechanical wonder of wonders, - the marking machine; it has the extraordinary power of always running down without requiring to be wound up. Its inventor has also discovered perpetual motion, and is now busy squaring the circle. A regiment of soldiers guarded this valuable chariot, and led the way for a bevy of proctors, attired in invisible tights, with noiseless moccasins. A vacant chair (of Theology) was carried on the back of a Zulu...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE UNIVERSITY CIRCUS. | 6/18/1880 | See Source »

...Mutual wonder, mutual stare...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DONE ON BOTH SIDES. | 5/21/1880 | See Source »

...could not catch. I thought of the axe, and tried to imagine the blood spurting out over it. But I discovered that I was endeavoring to pun upon the word. I was feeling particularly well pleased with "reaction," when my thoughts took another turn, and I began to wonder why it was that I was able to think at all. Or was it that this small power of speculation still clung to the head, even when severed from the trunk; that the ghosts, as it were, of former senses, loath to depart, still hovered about me? And it diverted...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ? | 4/23/1880 | See Source »

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