20 collocations for green

How can sorrow from my heart In a case like this depart? Color green the robe displays; Lower garment yellow's blaze.

Now the hymn, accompanied by the organ, rushed like a big, full stream on through the church: "Thy Zion scatters palms And greening twigs for Thee, But I in glorious psalms Will lift my soul to Thee!

Green was her robe, and green her wreath, Where'er she trod, 'twas green beneath; Where'er she

And you, forests, under whose symmetrical shields of dark green the colors of the fawns move, like the waters of the river under its spears,its cimeters of flag, where, in gleaming circles of steel, the breasts of the wood-pigeons flash in the playful sunbeam, and many sounds, many notes of no earthly music, come over the well-relieved glades,should not your depth pass into that poet's heart,in your depths should he not fuse his own?

SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

Their eyes are black, and green their hair, They lurk in sedgy shores.

"Green the land is where my daily Steps in jocund childhood played, Dimpled close with hill and valley, Dappled very close with shade; Summer-snow of apple-blossoms running up from glade to glade.

No soldiers, no guns, in sight; only against masses of autumn green a diaphanous, man-made nimbus which was raining steel hail.

By the flowing river, for all eyes to see: Here, where the platans blossom all the year, And glimmers green the olive that enshrines Rural Apollo, most august of gods.

"How fresh and green the alfalfa looks!" said Paul.

A tartan plaid, spun of good hawslock woo, Scarlet and green the sets, the borders blue, With spraings like gowd and siller crossed with black; I never had it yet upon my back: Weel are ye wordy o' 't, what have sae kind Sed up my reveled doubts and cleared my mind.

SUMMER SONGS I How thick the grass, How green the shade All for love And lovers made.

SPRING IN NEW HAMPSHIRE Too green the springing April grass, Too blue the silver speckled sky, For me to linger here, alas, While happy winds go laughing by, Wasting the golden hours indoors, Washing windows and scrubbing floors.

When ever blue the sky shall gleam, And ever green the sod; And man's rude work deface no more The Paradise of God.

On every plain How green the sward, or rich the grain!

All the stars of heaven, The deep blue noon of night, lit by an orb Which looks a spirit, or a spirit's world The hues of twilightthe sun's gorgeous coming His setting indescribable, which fills My eyes with pleasant tears as I behold Him sink, and feel my heart flow softly with him Along that western paradise of clouds The forest shadethe green boughthe bird's voice

As the pure kiss of greening willow wands Against the intense pale blue Of this sweet boundless overarching waste.

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How can sorrow from my heart In a case like this depart? Color green the robe displays; Lower garment yellow's blaze.

The morn is grey, and green the brae, the wind is frae the wast Before the gale the snaw-white clouds are drivin' light and fast; The airly sun is glintin' forth, owre hill, and dell, and plain, And Coquet's streams are glitterin', as they run frae muir to main.

20 collocations for  green