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I don't know what the interpreter said to them from me, probably embellished my very banal remarks with flowers of rhetoric, but they were very smiling, opening wide their black mouths and made me very low bowsevidently appreciated my intention and effort to be amiable.
I saw he was looking at the flowers on the table, which were very well arranged, so I said to him, speaking very slowly and distinctly, as one does to a child or a deaf person: "Have you pretty flowers in your country?"
I saw he was looking at the flowers on the table, which were very well arranged, so I said to him, speaking very slowly and distinctly, as one does to a child or a deaf person: "Have you pretty flowers in your country?"
And, while I was lost in admiration of myself, just as the peacock is of his plumage, imagining that the delight which I took in my own appearance would surely be shared by all who saw me, a flower from my wreath fell on the ground near the curtain of my bed, I know not whereforeperhaps plucked from my head by a celestial hand by me unseen.
Two rows of the plushy branches overlapping along the middle, and a crescent of smaller plumes mixed with ferns and flowers for a pillow, form the very best bed imaginable.
And, not to mention the flowers with which they are brightened, their grasses are very much finer both in color and texture, and instead of lying flat and motionless, matted together like a dead green cloth, they respond to the touches of every breeze, rejoicing in pure wildness, blooming and fruiting in the vital light.
The Great Central Plain of California, during the months of March, April, and May, was one smooth, continuous bed of honey-bloom, so marvelously rich that, in walking from one end of it to the other, a distance of more than 400 miles, your foot would press about a hundred flowers at every step.
But the chief part of the gratification you receive from smelling a rose, arises from some past scene of delight of which it reminds you; as, of the days of your innocence and childhood, when you ran about the gardenor when you were decorated with nosegaysor danced round a may-pole, (this is rather a free translation)or presented a bunch of flowers to some little favourite.
The Lay of Eunzifal makes a blackthorn shoot out of the bodies of slain heathens, a white flower by the heads of fallen Christians.
It is a risky business transplanting tropical flowers into our cold climate.
Then there is frail Wilhelmina Musgravethat famed beauty whose two-hundred-year-old story all Lichfield knows, and no genealogist has ever cared to detaileternally weaving flowers about her shepherd hat.
Chamaebatia foliolosa, a little shrub about a foot high, with flowers like the strawberry, makes handsome carpets beneath the pines, and seems to be a favorite with the bees; while pines themselves furnish unlimited quantities of pollen and honey-dew.
Therefore was he sore perplexed and oft would touch the dewy flowers as half expecting they should vanish also.
Down sprang Beltane fierce-eyed, trampling the tender flowers under cruel feet, and as he in turn passed behind the hedge the moon glittered evilly on his dagger blade.
But I pity the flower without branch or root.
Oh, you know the ushers will hand flowers over the footlights if you just tell him who they are for.
So held the Psalmist concerning astronomy, the knowledge of the heavenly bodies; and what he says of sun and stars is true likewise of the flowers around our feet, of which the greatest Christian poet of modern times has said To me the meanest flower that grows may give Thoughts that do lie too deep for tears.
I will contrive that you shall know more of fruits and flowers before long.
Gushingly he does his work, but thoroughly; and there are other flowers than lackadaisies to be discerned in his herbage.
"Moreover there is high festival at the minster with much chanting and glorification in thy behalfand 'tis intended to make for thee a triumphal pageantfair maidens to strow flowers beneath thy horse's feet, musicians to pleasure thee with pipe and taborand" "Enough, enough, Benedict.
THOMAS GRAY ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; And ye, that from the stately brow Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey, Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among Wanders the hoary Thames along His silver-winding way.
There were flowers beside each plate as well as in the quaintly carved bowl in the centre of the table.
There is black earth in the Spring and green hilltops, and there is also the breath of flowers along the fences and the sound of water for your pen to prattle of.
And though he talked little, when he saw how I followed all that he did, he was a little moved towards me, and spoke and explained to me the conceptions that were in his mind, one rising out of another, like the leaf out of the stem and the flower out of the bud.
This is a handsome rock garden shrub, of fully 18 inches in height, with arching stems and a plentiful supply of bright flowers during the summer and autumn months.