The Musketaquid, or Grass-ground River, though probably as old as the Nile or Euphrates, did not begin to have a place in civilize...d history until the fame of its grassy meadows and fish attracted settlers out of England in 1635, when it received the other but kindred name of CONCORD from the first plantation on its banks, which appears to have commenced in a spirit of peace and harmony. It will be Grass-ground River as long as grass grows and water runs here; it will be Concord River only while men lead peacable lives on its banks.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands;... And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was a young man of Madras Who had a magnificent ass:... Not rounded and pink, As you probably think-- It was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The conqueror at least; who, ere Time renders His last award, will have the long grass grow... Above his burnt-out brain and sapless cinders. If I might augur, I should rate but low Their chances: they are too numerous, like the thirty Mock tyrants, when Rome's annals wax'd but dirty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
She had never known before how much the country meant to her. The chirping of the insects in the long grass had been like the swee...test music. She had felt as if her heart were hiding down there, somewhere, with the quail and the plover and all the little wild things that crooned or buzzed in the sun. Under the long shaggy ridges, she felt the future stirring.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I long for scenes where man has never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator God And sleep a...s I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below, above, the vaulted sky.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
of the satanic thistle that raises its horned symmetry flowering above sister grass-daisies' pink tiny... bloomlets angelic as lightbulbs--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hyde Park engendered shadows. The dying greenery of hurtbushes and larches, under the grey shells of clouds that now began to snap... with rain, caught that feeble light in London, neither night nor day but rather that feeble compromise which, more than the presage of autumn, filled one with a sense of long-forgotten things and showed itself to be that time when vague yearnings and regrets began to cumber the soul. Over the plains of grass burst puffs of irregular wind, spirits that spun the falling leaves, hectic, red, flapping through the wake in little side streets where, now, no one was to be seen, having long since hurried away through the silence and the telling cold. The ragged mirage of day had suicided into the cold dusk. Night fell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »