There, in a secluded bower
, the two lovers whispered their hopes and plans, unmindful of the royal charge playing neglected among the flowers and shrubbery of the garden.
When I first paddled a boat on Walden, it was completely surrounded by thick and lofty pine and oak woods, and in some of its coves grape-vines had run over the trees next the water and formed bowers
under which a boat could pass.
O warm spicy land of my birth," sang the Canary bird; "I will sing of thy dark-green bowers
, of the calm bays where the pendent boughs kiss the surface of the water; I will sing of the rejoicing of all my brothers and sisters where the cactus grows in wanton luxuriance.
There were hollows and bowers
at the extreme end of that leafy garden, in which the laurels and other immortal shrubs showed against sapphire sky and silver moon, even in that midwinter, warm colours as of the south.
Several little bowers
, or rather huts, had already been formed of the tops of trees, blankets of coarse country manufacture, and the skins of buffaloes, united without much reference to any other object than temporary comfort.
They stopped at noon under a bower
they made of palms, and, spreading the nets over them, got a little rest after a lunch.
Then, he conducted me to a bower
about a dozen yards off, but which was approached by such ingenious twists of path that it took quite a long time to get at; and in this retreat our glasses were already set forth.
In shadier Bower
More sacred and sequesterd, though but feignd, PAN or SILVANUS never slept, nor Nymph, Nor FAUNUS haunted.
Next day both mother and daughter were sitting in a jessamine bower
in the garden, and they began to talk of the green monkey and his strange ways.
Wine that recalls the glow of spring, Upon the thatch a sudden shower, A gentle scholar in the bower
, Where tall bamboos their shadows fling, White clouds in heavens newly clear, And wandering wings through depths of trees, Then pillowed in green shade, he sees A torrent foaming to the mere; Around his dreams the dead leaves fall; Calm as the starred chrysanthemum, He notes the season glories come, And reads the books that never pall.
When completed, it was a sweet rural bower
, roofed overhead with an arch of living boughs.
I was elated with having handled heavy anchors, cables, boats without the slightest hitch; pleased with having laid out scientifically bower
, stream, and kedge exactly where I believed they would do most good.