He had often seen orange-trees growing in the parlors and green-houses in New York.

You everlasting Grievance of the Boxes, You wither'd Ruins of stum'd Wine and Poxes; What strange Green-sickness do you hope in Women Should make 'em love old Fools in new Point Linen?

Thus, "Green-eyes, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The lower golf-greens resemble paddy-fields, and round the marg the spires of dull grey pines stand dripping in a steadfast shower-bath.

Below me heaved a split, tossed, dimpled, waving, rolling world of black-green forestland.

Green-ginger will cure me.

Marry, after we had been married a while, his kindness began to slack, for I'll tell you what he did: he made me believe he would go to Green-goose fair; and I'll be sworn he took his legs, and ran clean away.

He must kiss the frost-bitten lips of the green-grocers.

There are literary green-groceries at every corner, which will buy anything, from a button-pear to a pine-apple.

He calls the fair greens lawns.

20 Dear is the forest frowning o'er his head, And dear the velvet green-sward to his tread: Moves there a cloud o'er mid-day's flaming eye?

Idly he swept the horizon of black-green trees, blue shadows, and sparkling snow.

Here and there that woods harlequin, the madrone, permitting itself to be caught in the act of changing its pea-green trunk to madder-red, breathed its fragrance into the air from great clusters of waxen bells.

Far below him, in one of the green-valleys sloping down to the sea, Fakredeen and a band of Bedouins pitched their tents for the night, and talked in awed tones of their strange companion.

Anybody who proposes to wear a Blue-green waistcoat on the Queen's Birthday ought to eat Sainfoin for the rest of his life, and be taken Right Away.

The greener box for show.

Against its greener brothers it stood out, naming, defiant.

Yet Polly is far from being every man's girl; and we shall sit in the gallery green-box.

What, if the jaded steer, who, all day long, Had borne the heat and burthen of the plough, When ev'ning came, and her sweet cooling hour, Should seek to wander in a neighbour copse, Where greener herbage wav'd, or clearer streams Invited him to slake his burning thirst?

Can you slip down here some day and go a Green-dragoning?