I fell in at night whilst I was cutting acrost country.
"Crooked Trails and Straight" by William MacLeod Raine
I gotta right to belt you one acrost the bean.
"The Life of the Party" by Irvin Shrewsbury Cobb
Where would we be even if somebody run acrost his body?
"Shoe-Bar Stratton" by Joseph Bushnell Ames
We busts through the roadside thicket and tear acrost that open place, licketty-split.
"Sundry Accounts" by Irvin S. Cobb
Where I was I couldn't dodge quick, an' the blade took me here, acrost the face.
"The Black Buccaneer" by Stephen W. Meader
But I went on and acrost to a balcony, and after I went in, a gate snapped shet behind me and I couldn't git back.
"Samantha at Coney Island" by Marietta Holley
But, as I was goin' to tell you, I fell acrost the Black Tyrone agin wan day whin we wanted thim powerful bad.
"Soldier Stories" by Rudyard Kipling
He had the acrostic mania quite badly.
"Godfrey Marten, Undergraduate" by Charles Turley
I've got a shanty full of thinkers over acrost the crick.
"Connie Morgan in the Fur Country" by James B. Hendryx
How I envy those people who can write acrostics or sudden verses, and all I know seem to have gone from me.
"A Little Girl in Old Philadelphia" by Amanda Minnie Douglas
Likewise, Eliza Ann was blind,
Howas she never saw
As Dan he had another wife
Acrost to East Skiddaw.
"The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan" by Ellis Parker Butler
We 'ad a spell in Egypt first, before we moved along
Acrost the way to Suvla, where we got it 'ot an' strong;
We 'ad no drink when we was dry, no rest when we was tired,
But I've seen the Perramids an' Spink, which I 'ad oft desired.
"The Grand Tour" by Cicely Fox Smith
Like ter see the gusts of rain, where there's naught ter hinder,
Sail acrost the fields and come "spat" against the winder,
Streakin' down along the panes, floodin' sills and ledges,
Makin' little fountains, like, in the sash's edges.
"A Rainy Day" by Joseph C Lincoln
Trompin' home acrost the fields: Lightnin'-bugs a-blinkin'
In the wheat like sparks o' things feller keeps a-thinkin':--
Mother waitin' supper, and the childern there to cherr me!
And fiddle on the kitchen-wall a-jist a-eechin' fer me!
"Dawn, Noon And Dewfall" by James Whitcomb Riley
I tells 'im if that fence ain't mended -- now --
I'll summons 'im. But 'e jist stands an' grins.
'E's always grinnin'. Silly lookin' cow I
An' fer two pins
I'd go acrost an' give 'is eye a poke.
'E's far too 'appy -- fer a single bloke.
"Termarter Sorce" by C J Dennis
'E goes acrost to find a pint a 'ome;
An' meets a pal an' keeps another down.
Ten minutes later, when 'e starts to roam
Back to the markit, wiv an ugly frown,
'E spags a soljer bloke 'oo's passin' by,
An' sez 'e'd like to dot 'im in the eye.
"War" by C J Dennis