"Greenly" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... 23. We feel warm (warmly) on that subject. 24. The dead warrior looked fierce (fiercely). 25. The wind blows very cold (coldly) to-day. 26. War clouds rolling dim (dimly). 27. The shutters are painted green (greenly). 28. She works good (well) and neat (neatly). 29. Protestants believe that the bread of the Lord's supper is not real (really) changed, but remains real (really) bread. 30. Homer says the blood ...
— Practical Exercises in English • Huber Gray Buehler
... blending of all beauties, streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, corn-field, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles breathing stern farewells, From gray but leafy walls where ruin greenly dwells." ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Vol. 10, Issue 264, July 14, 1827 • Various
... place than this as we beheld it by the morrow's light. The house stands on a high bluff, worthy the name of hill, which slopes steeply but greenly down to the South Prong of Black Creek, better deserving the name of river than many a stream which boasts the designation. We crossed it upon a boom, pausing midway in sudden astonishment at the lovely view. A long reach of exquisitely pure water, bordered by the dense ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. 26, September 1880 • Various
... Mayhap we shall come as far as the First Encounter, and make out whether those salvages whom Squanto calls the Nausets are still so dangerously disposed toward us. At any rate we will try to discover our creditors for the seed-corn springing so greenly over yonder." ...
— Standish of Standish - A story of the Pilgrims • Jane G. Austin
... her and drew her out into the blessed air, and she felt herself being carried down, down, safely, wondering, as she went, if the vine was roasted yet, or if it still smirked greenly outside this holocaust; wished she had strength to shake a mocking finger at it; and ...
— The Witness • Grace Livingston Hill Lutz
... blending from crimson to purple, the wild sunflower, the lovely painted-cup, old-rose in colour; and there were other strange and showy plants she could not name. Occasionally they passed a log cabin, gayly whitewashed, and with its sod roof sprouting greenly. These dwellings, though crude, fulfilled the great aim of architecture; they were a ...
— Two on the Trail - A Story of the Far Northwest • Hulbert Footner |
