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  • v. Third-person singular simple present indicative form of forerun.


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

    The Journal to Stella

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


  • 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

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

    Turn About Eleanor

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

    The Bacillus of Beauty A Romance of To-day

  • 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'

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

    Selections from Poe

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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


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