Let him fotch them acrost the trail.
"The Scalp Hunters" by Mayne Reid
It must of been some of them awful Wrights that live acrost there.
"The Man Next Door" by Emerson Hough
You've set me acrost oncet or twicet, and you've always been 'clever' to me, and I don't want to see no harm done you.
"The Hoosier School-boy" by Edward Eggleston
I want to hear if Honor has written any more acrostics.
"The New Girl at St. Chad's" by Angela Brazil
Cewrus, too, our not comin' acrost a berg yet.
"The Land of Fire" by Mayne Reid
Let's call to Jeb to go back and meet we-all at the Cliffs so's we kin put him acrost one of the hosses.
"Polly and Eleanor" by Lillian Elizabeth Roy
Then the Tory skelped him an' hung him acrost the fence.
"The Reckoning" by Robert W. Chambers
I'll put it acrost 'em.
"Mud and Khaki" by Vernon Bartlett
They don't know yet that the hole in the wall is thar, but ef they stay long they're boun' to run acrost it.
"The Keepers of the Trail" by Joseph A. Altsheler
I was only goin' acrost to get a few little things; but they can wait.
"The Motor Girls on Crystal Bay" by Margaret Penrose
The shower's offshoots stick in clusters
Till break of day, and all the time
They scribble on the roofs acrostics
And bubble up rhyme after rhyme.
"Poetry" by Boris Pasternak
She looks so frail, at first, I dursn't stir.
An' then, I leans acrost an' kisses 'er;
An' all the room gits sorter blurred an' dim . . .
She smiles, an' moves 'er 'ead. "Dear lad! Kiss 'im."
"The Kid " by C J Dennis
“O Lor’! the joke—it wasn’t lost,
Though it did well-nigh tear
The sides of them as came acrost
The flat to hear Jack swear,
They sez as how old Grimshaw tossed
His grey wig in the air.
"The Sleeping Beauty" by Henry Lawson
I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,--the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
"Langueur" by Paul Verlaine
She left you her little Bible--writ yer name acrost the page--
And left her ear bobs fer you, ef ever you come of age.
I've allus kep' 'em and gyuarded 'em, but ef yer goin' away--
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
"Nothin' To Say" by James Whitcomb Riley
Women is often 'elpful - in a sense…
Lord, it's a lazy day! Before it fails,
I better git a 'ammer an' some nails
An' dodge acrost an' mend that bit uv fence.
It's up to me to try an' put things right,
An' - well, I'll 'elp Doreen wash up tonight.
"Narcissus" by C J Dennis