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  • And cork-screw stapled trip-wire to snare among the briars and iron warp with bramble weft with meadow-sweet and lady-smock for a fair camouflage.

    Wildwood

  • She hoisted herself up, and climbing the low bank, was standing amongst the meadow-sweet, and dripping on to its fragrance.

    The Water of the Wondrous Isles

  • Then she turned inward to the eyot, which had done her nought but good, and which she loved; and she unbound her hair, and let it fall till the ends of the tresses mingled with the heads of the meadow-sweet, and thereafter walked quietly up into the grassy middle of the isle.

    The Water of the Wondrous Isles

  • The lights came and went; as the mist lifted we could see the exquisite colours, the green, the dazzling sweet lights on the meadows, playing upon the meadow-sweet and elder bushes; at last we came to the lovely glades of Carriglass.

    Castle Rackrent

  • Chag sameach to you from this meadow-sweet patch of the Berkshires.

    Someday, - Danya Ruttenberg

  • The garden is actually getting rather tired as the summer progresses, but I still have yellow loosestrife, some alstroemeria, alchemilla mollis (ladies' mantle), meadow-sweet, astrantia (this year for the first time in more than one colour), red and white valerian, lavender, veronica and butterfly blue scabious.

    Weekend pleasures

  • The scent of lime blossom and of meadow-sweet, the scent of sweetbriar and of honeysuckle, yes, and the scent of grass beginning to cool, drifted and clung.

    On Forsyte 'Change

  • The sultry air, charged with a scent of meadow-sweet, of river and roses, closed on his senses, drowsing them.

    To Let

  • From the bank, awhile, in the warm summer stillness, she watched the water-lily plants and willow leaves, the fishes rising; sniffed the scent of grass and meadow-sweet, wondering how she could force everybody to be happy.

    To Let

  • She whistled a little flatly for a moment, and threw small stones at a clump of meadow-sweet that sprang from the bank.

    The History of Mr. Polly

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