"Bloomy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... such a [199] day, "at Chase Lodge, in this parish; and died there," on a day in the year 18—, aged twenty-six. Think, thereupon, of the years of a very English existence passed without a lost week in that bloomy English place, amid its English lawns and flower-beds, its oldish brick and raftered plaster; you may see it still, not far off, on a clearing of the wooded hill-side sloping gradually to the sea. But you think wrong. Emerald Uthwart, in almost unbroken ...
— Miscellaneous Studies: A Series of Essays • Walter Horatio Pater
... At chess they vie, to captivate the queen; Divining of their loves. Attending nigh, A menial train the flowing bowl supply. Others, apart, the spacious hall prepare, And form the costly feast with busy care. There young Telemachus, his bloomy face Glowing celestial sweet, with godlike grace Amid the circle shines: but hope and fear (Painful vicissitude!) his bosom tear. Now, imaged in his mind, he sees restored In peace and joy the people's rightful lord; The proud oppressors ...
— The Odyssey of Homer • Homer, translated by Alexander Pope
... of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush ...
— The Siege of Kimberley • T. Phelan
... only stay to shed Her bloomy beauties on the genial bed, But left the manly Summer in her stead, With timely fruit the longing land to cheer, And to fulfil the promise of the year. Betwixt two seasons comes the auspicious heir, This age to blossom, ...
— The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Vol I - With Life, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes • John Dryden
... May, as May woonce shed His glowen light above thy head— When thy green boughs, wi' bloomy tips, Did sheaede my childern's laughen lips; A-screenen vrom the noonday gleaere Their rwosy cheaeks an' glossy heaeir; The while their mother's needle sped, Too quick vor zight, the snow-white thread, Unless her han', wi' loven ceaere, ...
— Poems of Rural Life in the Dorset Dialect • William Barnes
... constant revolution. It was worth while to hear the croaking and hollow tones of the old lady, and the pleasant voice of Phoebe, mingling in one twisted thread of talk; and still better to contrast their figures,—so light and bloomy,—so decrepit and dusky,—with only the counter betwixt them, in one sense, but more than threescore years, in another. As for the bargain, it was wrinkled slyness and craft pitted against native truth ...
— The House of the Seven Gables • Nathaniel Hawthorne |
