foreruns

Some physicians here talk very melancholy, and think it foreruns the plague, which is actually at Hamburg.

The Journal to Stella 2003

To be negligent herein at such a season is a sad token of such a security as foreruns destruction.

Pneumatologia 1616-1683 1967

The Park had that peculiar bleakness that foreruns the first promise of spring.

Turn About Eleanor F. Graham [Illustrator] Cootes

Then there came a stir at the door, the magnetic thrill that foreruns a

The Bacillus of Beauty A Romance of To-day Harriet Stark

Goldenrod in such great profusion that it seemed the very sunshine of the skies was imprisoned in flower form, stag-horn sumac with its grape-like clusters of red adding brilliancy to the landscape -- everywhere was manifest the dawn of autumnal glory, the splendor that foreruns decay, the beauty that is but the first step in nature's transition from blossom and harvest to mystery and sleep.

Patchwork A Story of 'The Plain People' Anna Balmer Myers

Like the small dark cloud that foreruns a typhoon, the first act in the wild drama that came near to costing me my own life was so slight, so insignificant relatively, that no man of us then dreamed of the hidden forces that brought it to pass.

The Mutineers Charles Boardman Hawes

Death approaches; and the shadow which foreruns him has thrown a softening influence over my spirit.

Selections from Poe J. Montgomery Gambrill

Besides, he had none of that intuitive knowledge of the bad which in natures not good or incompletely so foreruns experience, and therefore may pertain, as in some instances it too clearly does pertain, even to youth.

Billy Budd 1924

The other senses corroborate themselves, but this is removed from any proof but its own, and foreruns the identities of the spiritual world.

Preface to “Leaves of Grass,” 1855 1914

Through the breathing hush of that dark hour which foreruns the dawn, that hour in which the head that knows a wakeful pillow is prone to sudden and disquieting apprehension of its insignificance and it's soul's dread isolation, the cab sped swiftly south upon the Avenue, shadowed reaches of the park upon its right, upon its left the dull, tired faces of those homes whose tenants lay wrapped in the cotton-wool of riches.

The False Faces Further Adventures from the History of the Lone Wolf Louis Joseph Vance 1906