from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun The lily-of-the-valley.


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  • The car purred along past majestic trees, thick hedgerows of hazel and thorn, white with may-blossom and heavy with its scent.


  • The may-blossom, rather late, was at its brightest, and its scent qualified the frequent drifts of petrol fume.

    Flowering Wilderness

  • Like most dark, sallow women, whose own brief freshness is past, the elder girl passionately admired such may-blossom beauty, as something belonging to a different race from herself.

    Maurice Guest

  • When the blessed saint visited us in the church there, as before in vision, she came with showers of may-blossom.

    The Holy Thief

  • He'd been keeping a solitary night-watch in the old church, and in the morning when it ended, there were his habit and sandals fallen together at his prayer-stool, and the body of him lifted clean out of them, in sweet odours and a shower of may-blossom.

    The Pilgrim of Hate

  • Hedges of hazel and may-blossom shed silver petals and dangled pale, silver-green catkins round the enclosure where they stood, cowslips were rearing in the grass of the meadow beyond, and irises were in tight, thrusting bud.

    The Pilgrim of Hate

  • Through the narrow east window the fragrance of the falling may-blossom breathed freshness on a very light breeze, causing the flames to flicker for a few minutes.

    A Morbid Taste For Bones

  • Pick some primroses and ferns, and I will get up early to-morrow to gather may-blossom and make the garland, 'Alice promised, as she kissed her good-bye.

    Chatterbox, 1905.

  • In the garden the snowballs, guelder-roses, swayed softly among green foliage, there was pink may-blossom, and single scarlet may-blossom, and underneath the young green of the trees, irises rearing purple and moth-white.

    The Lost Girl

  • Be that as it may, in those early days when he brought his wife to her new home, his window on the Manchester side was a foam and a may-blossom of muslins and prints, his window on the London side was an autumn evening of silks and rich fabrics.

    The Lost Girl


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