clovery

We who live under heaven, we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched the sky overreaching the land.

Finnegans Wake 2006

She was gifted with a white face and large soft eyes — even beyond the common measure of a cow — short little horns, that she would scarcely think of pushing even at a dog (unless he made mouths at her infant), a flat broad nose ever genial to be rubbed, and a delicate fringe of finely pointed yellow hairs around her pleasant nostrils and above her clovery lips.

Springhaven Richard Doddridge 2004

One small stream was passed, when we encamped on a small cut with excellent water: the banks as usual clovery and grassy; opposite this are two villages on either side of a gorge in the northern boundary, both apparently fortified; the one to the north of the gorge is of large size.

Journals of Travels in Assam, Burma, Bhootan, Afghanistan and the Neighbouring Countries William Griffith

And as I lay on the sweet-smelling clovery hay there came over me a drowsiness, for I had been early abroad, and I dovered and dovered till sleep and waking were mingled, and strange voices came into my ears; and then I knew the voices, and felt myself go hot all over, for I could not move or I would be discovered with the rustling of the hay.

The McBrides A Romance of Arran John Sillars

Martha Yarrow's; not a pound of butter went to market with the creamy, clovery taste her fingers worked into hers.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 Various

Before him and behind him wound a road that ran like a red ribbon through fields of lush clovery green.

Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906 1908

I felt the bursting cotton-bolls and fingered their soft fiber and fuzzy seeds; I felt the low soughing of the wind through the cornstalks, the silky rustling of the long leaves, and the indignant snort of my pony, as we caught him in the pasture and put the bit in his mouth – ah me! how well I remember the spicy, clovery smell of his breath!

The Story of My Life Annie Sullivan 1905

A summer hotel stretched its verandas along a lovely level; everywhere in clovery hollows and on breezy knolls were gray old farmhouses and summer cottages-like weather-beaten birds 'nests, and like freshly painted marten-boxes; but all of a cold New England neatness which made me homesick for my malodorous Spanish fishing-village, shambling down in stony lanes to the warm tides of my native seas.

Literature and Life (Complete) William Dean Howells 1878

A summer hotel stretched its verandas along a lovely level; everywhere in clovery hollows and on breezy knolls were gray old farmhouses and summer cottages-like weather-beaten birds 'nests, and like freshly painted marten-boxes; but all of a cold New England neatness which made me homesick for my malodorous Spanish fishing-village, shambling down in stony lanes to the warm tides of my native seas.

Spanish Prisoners of War (from Literature and Life) William Dean Howells 1878

Venice, to the stoniness of which they bring a sense of the country's clovery pasturage, in the milk just drawn from the great cream-colored cows.

Venetian Life William Dean Howells 1878