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Taylor Maddox, sir. US Forest Service trash.
Spring Tree of Brattleboro, Vermont does not use it. This is the kind I recommend.
Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast.
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
Your Life our your lupines!"
Dennis Moore
The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
When I see Lemlem walking around New York City, it's just mind-boggling, because I know it came from this one man sitting and weaving this little product.
Well, I'm not quite certain yet, young Mr. Fitzpatrick. I am considering the name Willow Hills. Or perhaps Maple Falls. What would you suggest?
The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne.
Cotswold stone framed tiny sash windows gleaming with pale green paint. Wisteria vines twisted about the stone, bunches of purple flowers hanging thick and heavy with pollen. Above it all a tiled roof sagged with sage.
hay gold dusk of late spring,
What youth or maiden conspires with the wild luxuriant beauty of Nature? She flourishes most alone, far from the towns where they reside.
Labrinth is a super talented singer, producer, songwriter from London.
Eleutheria, the fire is burning. Eleutheria, the tables are turning.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
I saw a Puffin
In the Bay of Baffin
Sittin on Nuffin
And it was Laffin.
And so one more to the wandering road. Beyond Blackheath the highway began a steep and curvaceous descent towards Lithgow, where it skirted along hem of the mountains ...
Albacete (AL-ba-seet) n. A single surprisingly long hair growing in the middle of nowhere.
Thor's Morning Wood
Fairy damsels met in forest wide / By knights of Logres, or of Lyones, / Lancelot or Pelleas, or Pellenore.
What child has ever known the country and has not twined hundreds of fragrant wreaths with the yellow shining cowslip and the more frail and delicate violet - mingling here and there green leaves culled from the odorous eglantine, or, as we more commonly call it, sweetbriar.
Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the
Concurring hands divide
flax for damask
that when bleached by Irish weather
has the silvered chamois-leather
water-tightness of a
skin.
Most Yancy field
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.
In Norway, we have a community of people who prefer to use a version of Norwegian that looks very much like lutefisk: Dug up remains from the garbage heap of history and dressed up to look like a tradition.
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Kerrick the weed.
Chadwickius frenemus,
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.
Here grew willows and alders, their trunks twisted like giants' sinews. Around them bark lichen bloomed blue-white in the darkness. It felt like a good place, where there was old magic.
You never knew Lyanna as well as I did Robert, you saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath
Its not Wingardium Levio-sa its wingrardium levi-o-sa
LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply
up toward the sun
everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow ...
The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.
Kerry Gold Irish butter.
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
voluptuous sluggard,
Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just turning yellow,with red-berried rowans and thicket of bracken, the heath lay steeped in sunshine.
Incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.
All the rare and royal names
Wormy sheepskin yet retains
Along the edge of this green lived a man. His name is not important, as no one ever used it. The villagers only ever called him the Apothecary.
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
Among the young ravens driven to roost awhile on Graydon's ark was James Andrew Manallace - a darkish, slow northerner of a type that does not ignite, but must be detonated. ("Dayspring Mishandled")
Laura was flint in a nest of thistledown.
I say flint, not stone: a flint has a heart of fire.
Greene wood makes a hott fire.
Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.
Clay Blaisdell Western
Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless
It is nayat one fraigen, lita. It has naya honed scales to rip yon wide.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
Where was this taken?" Jardin recovered enough to speak. "Near Lawrenceville.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
TORCHES NEW ENGLAND
Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.
Lares of the Crossroads
Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall
Does anyone remember the name of Paul Revere's horse?
Lanny, climbing the hill, carried a thought which by now had become his familiar companion: Why, oh, why did men have to make their lives so ugly? What evil spell was upon them that they wrangled and scolded, hated and feared? He
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee!
Arden, Matt discovered, was a force to be reckoned with. She had a flair for fighting with two curved knives, about the length of daggers. She whirled around like a flailing tornado, blocking and striking with fury.
The Fire Stone
The country is an archipelago of lakes,
the lake-country of New England.
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
A wood that smells of the sea.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
Young foliage sweet bronze.
Most strongly scented of all wisterias.
Deep spring: overcome by my own perfume.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
This is the Arkenstone of Thrain," said Bilbo, "the Heart of the Mountain; and it is also the heart of Thorin.
Blasted doorknob of a kender
I always feel at home where the sugar maple grows ... glorious in autumn, a fountain of coolness in summer, sugar in its veins, gold in its foliage, warmth in its fibers, and health in it the year round.
Not a stone but has its history.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain.
Wood between the Worlds,
Mountains have long-lost kinfolk on the other side of the Atlantic. The bloodline that marks that kinship is a vein of a green mineral called serpentine ...
The lake of fire awaits my lady
There is a popular saying, "More rare than pine is the smell of pining" - which is rare indeed, for there are few pine trees in this part of the Ozarks.
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
In Georgia, there was a eucalyptus tree in the wood across from Hattie's house, but the plant had been hard to come by in the Philadelphia winter.
The black rock was sharp-edged, hot, and hard as corundum; it seemed not merely alien but impervious to life. Yet on the southern face of almost every rock the lichens grew, yellow, rusty-brown, yellow-green, like patches of dirty paint daubed on the stone.
Lirralei was a girl of storm
winds and thorns, the musk of the wild rose and the flight of the falcon.
Larousse has a place of honor on every cookbook shelf in America.
A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.
Mountains clothed in snow
Robed in white against blue skies
Mirrored in the lake.
What's your avocado?
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
In June the bush we call
alder was heavy, listless,
its leaves studded with galls,
growing wherever we didn't
want it.
GILDEROY LOCKHART T
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.
[Brigs of Ayr]
We drove ten miles in silence, the country road canopied in electric green. I pressed my head against the glass to watch the new maple leaves curling in the breeze. Every few turns offered a tempting glimpse of Lake Champlain's choppy waters.
The world." "Shiniest armor?
For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.