The captain swore polyglot, very polyglot, polyglot with bloom
and blood, but he could do nothing.
Tenderly they gathered them, with the night-dew fresh upon their leaves, and as they wove chanted sweet spells, and whispered fairy blessings on the bright messengers whom they sent forth to die in a dreary land, that their gentle kindred might bloom unharmed.
Then will the earth bloom again in all its beauty, and your dim eyes will rest only on fair forms, while music shall sound through these dreary halls, and the love of grateful hearts be yours.
Heidegger; "and all of you, my respected friends, are welcome to so much of this admirable fluid as may restore to you the bloom
The colour on her cheek was like the bloom
on a good apple, which is as sound at the core as it is red on the rind.
He had not been known to them as a boy; but soon after Lady Elliot's death, Sir Walter had sought the acquaintance, and though his overtures had not been met with any warmth, he had persevered in seeking it, making allowance for the modest drawing-back of youth; and, in one of their spring excursions to London, when Elizabeth was in her first bloom
, Mr Elliot had been forced into the introduction.
And indeed on the Sunday fixed for this ceremony there was such a stir among the people, and such an enthusiasm among the townsfolk, that even a Frenchman, who laughs at everything at all times, could not have helped admiring the character of those honest Hollanders, who were equally ready to spend their money for the construction of a man-of-war -- that is to say, for the support of national honour -- as they were to reward the growth of a new flower, destined to bloom
for one day, and to serve during that day to divert the ladies, the learned, and the curious.
I wouldn't be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don't you think?
Overhead was one long canopy of snowy fragrant bloom.
That is the reason why tulip blooms
last so much longer than other blossoms.
It was a thing of awe whether for deathless gods or mortal men to see: from its root grew a hundred blooms
and is smelled most sweetly, so that all wide heaven above and the whole earth and the sea's salt swell laughed for joy.
said Umslopogaas, pointing with the axe, "but if her flower blooms
on any air, it is not here.