The litter had vanished, the hangings were in place; fresh orange-coloured curtains divided the dancing-floor from the recess beneath the gallery, and this had been furnished as a withdrawing-room, with rugs, settees, groups of green foliage plants, and candles, the light of which shone through shades of yellow paper.

Refresh me with a cooling air, And cheer me with a lambent light: Lay me, where o'er the verdant ground Her living carpet nature spreads; Where the green bow'r, with roses crown'd, In show'rs its fragrant foliage sheds; Improve the peaceful hour with wine; Let musick die along the grove; Around the bowl let myrtles twine, And ev'ry strain be tun'd to love.

Attaining the summit of a tree, she whistles to attract her master's attention, then, with her two fore-paws clasped in her hind ones, she rolls herself up like a ball and drops on the ground; the foliage crackles beneath her fall, which seems as if it must be mortal; for her, this is only sport.

Long weeks of drought parch the earth, and then comes the sweet rain, and sets the flowers and the foliage dancing.

Sinks the sunthe sudden night Falls, yet still the scene is bright Now the fire-fly's living spark Glances through the foliage dark, And along the dusky stream Myriad lamps with ruddy gleam On the small waves float and quiver, As if upon the favored river, And to mark the sacred hour, Stars had fallen in a shower.

But now the gales that bend its foliage die, Soft on the silver turf its shadows lie;

Among the masses of foliage fireflies glistened; a tree-toad began to make a sound but almost immediately stopped.

With rustling sound the yellow foliage flies, And wantons with the wind in rapid whirls, The gurgling rivulet to the vallies hies, Whilst on its bank the spangled serpent curls.

All the year round the foliage glistens, the blossoming sheds its fragrance, and every winter there is an ample harvest.

[This universally known poem is also to be found in Wilhelm Meister.] Know'st thou the land where the fair citron blows, Where the bright orange midst the foliage glows, Where soft winds greet us from the azure skies, Where silent myrtles, stately laurels rise, Know'st thou it well? 'Tis there, 'tis there, That I with thee, beloved one, would repair.

The bright-yellow, pea-shaped flowers are very attractive, while the deep-green, pinnate foliage imparts to the tree a somewhat unusual but taking appearance.

Now here, now there, through brilliant foliage peeping, A ruined castle seeks its walls to hide, High on some lonely crag in silence sleeping, Left centuries since by history's ebbing tide.

Like some lorn abbey now, the wood Stands roofless in the bitter air; In ruins on its floor is strewed The carven foliage quaint and rare,

Impatient hounds Sniff the keen morning air, and startled birds Rustle the foliage redolent with spring.

It was no longer bare, but dotted with orange groves, clumps of holly, and a number of magnificent terebinth-trees, whose dark, rounded masses of foliage remind one of the Northern oak.

This pulseless, rigid iron frame-work, on which the soft soil of human life is placed, and above which its aërial flowers and foliage rise, does not pass with him for the essential and innermost principle of all.

The wind is rising; but the boughs Rise not and fall not with the wind That through their foliage sobs and soughs; Only the cloudy rack behind, Drifting onward, wild and ragged, Gives to each spire and buttress jagged A seeming motion undefined.

It appears to be bathed in a perpetual dew; the rounded masses of foliage sparkle and glitter in the light, and the great spreading boughs flood the turf below with a deluge of delicious shade.

Gabriel stood erect sustaining Sagrario, who seemed almost fainting from the strength of her feelings; he looked up at the luminous space with almost priestly gravity, and said, whispering close to the young woman's ear: "Our life will be like a deserted garden, where amid fallen trunks and dead branches fresh foliage springs up.

The aërial foliage stem is the most favorable for studying stem structure.

Like winds that lash the waves, or smite The woods, the autumnal foliage thinning "Hold!" said the Squire, "I pray you, hold!

How soft the gloom thy bright-lined foliage throws, While from thy pulp a healing balsam flows, Whose power the suffering wretch from pain can free!

This has rather inconspicuous flowers, and is of greatest value for the autumnal foliage tints.

The Hindoos believe that the Peepul tree of which the foliage trembles like that of the aspen, has a spirit in every leaf.

And, fronting the bright west in stronger lines, The oak its dark'ning boughs and foliage twines, 1793.