4 Metaphors for meads

Brother Mead is a man of genial spirit and large practical sense.

There was no question that it was a church, hardly a question that old Mead was a Friar.

The abbey looked most picturesque when they first burst upon it; the nearer and wooded hills, which formed its immediate background, just tinted by the golden pencil of autumn, while the meads of the valley were still emerald green; and the stream, now lost, now winding, glittered here and there in the sun, and gave a life and sprightliness to the landscape which exceeded even the effect of the more distant and expansive lake.

When for the thorns with which I long too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviour's head have crowned, I seek with garlands to redress that wrong, Through every garden, every mead I gather flowersmy fruits are only flowers Dismantling all the fragrant towers That once adorned my shepherdess's head; And now, when I have summed up all my store,

4 Metaphors for  meads