Which preposition to use with bloom
At times, I whispered back, and my whispers brought to her spirit face, once more, an indescribably delicate tintthe bloom of love.
There, in the immediate foreground of your picture, rises a majestic forest of Silver Fir blooming in eternal freshness, the foliage yellow-green, and the snow beneath the trees strewn with their beautiful plumes, plucked off by the wind.
The summer life we have been depicting lasts with but little abatement until October, when the night frosts begin to sting, bronzing the grasses, and ripening the leaves of the creeping heathworts along the banks of the stream to reddish purple and crimson; while the flowers disappear, all save the goldenrods and a few daisies, that continue to bloom on unscathed until the beginning of snowy winter.
The ground burst into bloom with magical rapidity, and the young forests into bird-song: life in every form warming and sweetening and growing richer as the years passed away over the mighty Sierra so lately suggestive of death and consummate desolation only.
Thy lips that often with love would soften, They beamed like blooms for the honey-bee; Thy voice came ringing like some bird singing When thou wert bringing thy gifts to me.
Every tree during the progress of gentle storms is loaded with, fairy bloom at the coldest and darkest time of year, bending the branches, and hushing every singing needle.
At first Laurella Consadine bloomed like a late rose in the town atmosphere.
By the end of this month, most of the species had ripened their seeds, but undecayed, still seemed to be in bloom from the numerous corolla-like involucres and whorls of chaffy scales of the composite.
The more you blow the flames, the more they rise, Bloom into stars, and find in heaven their home.
The typical form is, however, very deserving of cultivation, on account of the freedom with which it blooms during June and July from the wood of the previous year.
But the love of life had overcome the love of beauty in the Emperor's bosom, and he saw not the eyes like stars, and the bloom as of peaches and lilies, or the aspect grand and smiling as daybreak.
The fever had passed away; and the sense of restored happiness, joined to youth and a naturally good constitution, had a rapid effect in renovating her strength and spirits, and recalling a faint bloom to her cheek.
"You send me into a rose garden, dear child, and tell me to select the choicest bloom out of its wilderness of beauty.
It was resting at the top of one of these hard-won acclivities that we came uponand remember that it was the middle of Octobertwo wild roses blooming by the roadside.
They are like the history of a flower from bud to bloom under a warm sun.
The human spirit can triumph over difficulties, as flowers bloom along the edge of the Alpine snow.
I used to peek in at them, never so softly, in Dona Ina's living-room; Raphael-eyed little imps, going sidewise on their knees to rest them from the bare floor, candles lit on the mantel to give a religious air, and a great sheaf of wild bloom before the Holy Family.
Beautiful and impressive contrasts meet you everywhere: the colors of tree and flower, rock and sky, light and shade, strength and frailty, endurance and evanescence, tangles of supple hazel-bushes, tree-pillars about as rigid as granite domes, roses and violets, the smallest of their kind, blooming around the feet of the giants, and rugs of the lowly chamaebatia where the sunbeams fall.
Not a lily blooms without My delight.
Was it nice, Tuppy, was it quite kind to take the bloom off Angela's shark like that?
It was usually planted about the 1st of April, or from March 20th to April 10th, bloomed about the 1st of June and the first balls opened about August 15th, when picking commenced.
Then, pointing to the new-turned earth, Friar Martin spake soft-voiced: "Lo, herein but a little time, wild flowers shall bloom above her yet none purer or sweeter than she!
Nevertheless, glaciers are still at work in the shadows of the peaks, and thousands of lakes and meadows shine and bloom beneath them, and the whole range is furrowed with cañons to a depth of from 2000 to 5000 feet, in which once flowed majestic glaciers, and in which now flow and sing a band of beautiful rivers.
A great horse-chestnut stood like a giant bouquet of waxen bloom beside a granite monument which threw a long shadow over the green turf mounds towards the west, and marked the grave of Sir Timothy Crewys.
All this brave warm bloom among the raw stones, right in the face of the onlooking glaciers.