"Wilding" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... loveliest leaves in cluster. There primrose pale or violet blue Shall gleam between the grasses; And stitchwort white fling starry light, And blue bells blaze in masses. As summer grows and spring-time goes, O'er all the hedge shall ramble The woodbine and the wilding rose, And blossoms of the bramble. When autumn comes, the leafy ways To red and yellow turning, With hips and haws the hedge shall blaze, And scarlet briony burning. When winter reigns and sheets ...
— Interludes - being Two Essays, a Story, and Some Verses • Horace Smith
... of wild things. We will go wherever you like, to some big town. We can love each other there, amongst all the people, as quietly as amongst the trees. You will see that I can be something else than a wilding, for ever bird's-nesting and tramping about for hours. When I was a little girl, I used to wear embroidered skirts and fine stockings and laces and all kinds of finery. I dare say ...
— Abbe Mouret's Transgression - La Faute De L'abbe Mouret • Emile Zola
... "Who's Wilding?" he asked. They told him that he was a young lawyer of the town, an officer of their regiment during the war. They seemed to think highly ...
— Louisiana Lou • William West Winter
... the well-known precincts, lo the wilding treasure Glows for marriage merriment in my sweetheart's gardens, Welcoming her joy-day, tenderest of wardens— Heart's pride and love's life ...
— Bog-Myrtle and Peat - Tales Chiefly Of Galloway Gathered From The Years 1889 To 1895 • S.R. Crockett
... according to the works of half a century later. The best cider apple In the county then was the White-sour, white in colour, of a middling size, and early ripe; other good ones were the 'Deux-Anns, Jersey, French Longtail, Royal Wilding, Culvering, Russet, Holland Pippin, and Cowley Crab.' In Herefordshire it was the custom to open the earth about the roots of the apple trees and lay them bare and exposed for the 'twelve days of the Christmas holidays', that the wind might loosen ...
— A Short History of English Agriculture • W. H. R. Curtler
... touched by words, doth turn Wan ashes. Still, from memory's urn, The lingering blossoms tenderly Refute our wilding minstrelsy. Alas! we work but beauty's wrong! The dream is lovelier than ...
— The Book of American Negro Poetry • Edited by James Weldon Johnson
... wilding little stubble flower The sickle scorned which cut for wheat, Such was our hope in that dark hour When nought save uses held the street, And daily pleasures, daily needs, With barren vision, looked ahead. And still the same result of seeds Gave likeness ...
— The Shaving of Shagpat • George Meredith |
