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miss, miss one's aim, miss the mark, miss one's footing, miss stays; slip, trip, stumble; make a slip &c., n. blunder &c. 495, make a mess of, make a botch of; bitch it|, miscarry, abort, go up like a rocket and come down like the stick, come down in flames, get shot down, reckon without one's host; get the wrong pig by the tail, get the wrong sow by the ear &c. (blunder, mismanage) 699.
— from Roget's Thesaurus by Peter Mark Roget
The small intestines lie in the middle fold of the mesentery, and the edges of the mesentery are gathered up like a ruffle and fastened to the spine in a space of about six inches, leaving it to flare out like a very full ruffle.
— from Almost a Woman by Mary Wood-Allen
He came to a beautiful park and gazed upon Lafayette and Rochambeau, then the equestrian statue of Jackson.
— from The Angel of Lonesome Hill; A Story of a President by Frederick Landis
why there's Ball Hughes—driving the chocolate-colored coach, and got up like a regular jarvey.
— from The Amateur Gentleman by Jeffery Farnol
But I shall know, all the while, that I am going up like a rocket, whose height and brilliancy are only attained by the certain and rapid wasting of the substance that composes it.
— from Gaut Gurley; Or, the Trappers of Umbagog: A Tale of Border Life by Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce) Thompson
With "Pot-Bouille" there had at least been a moment when a very large sale had seemed probable, but the demand for "Au Bonheur des Dames" was distinctly moderate, and the wiseacres of the bookselling world opined that Zola, after going up like a rocket, might presently come down like a stick.
— from Émile Zola, Novelist and Reformer: An Account of His Life & Work by Ernest Alfred Vizetelly
The swellings of the current seemed to leap and glance up, longing and responsive, but the Lady Moon smiled back still in the same cool gentle brightness, coming never the nearer, however the waves might flicker and burn in impotent desire and longing.
— from A Rich Man's Relatives (Vol. 3 of 3) by Robert Cleland
This wilderness shall bud and grow up like a rose.
— from Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Third Edition) by Samuel Rutherford
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