morning-glories

Side by side they lay among the morning-glories, with the yellow blossoms of the hau dropping upon them from overhead, watching the motes of men toil upward, till the thing happened, and three of them, slipping, rolling, sliding, dashed over a cliff-lip and fell sheer half a thousand feet.

Koolau the Leper 2010

A bumblebee blundered by Val's head on its way to visit the morning-glories.

Ralestone Luck Andre Norton 1958

There were the vines, with flowers like morning-glories; and there was the thicket whence, as he alleged, the sound had proceeded.

The Island Home Richard Archer

The sedge-roots might have been unsightly along the water's edge, but there were morning-glories, all colors, all shades -- oh, such morning-glories as we of the city never see!

Balcony Stories Grace E. King

A dozen varieties of cactus, portulaccas, geraniums, petunias, verbenas, scattered over the prairie, morning-glories and sunflowers in the arroyos and along the creeks, and many a flower nameless to the general, abounded.

Lippincott's Magazine, October 1885 Various

The wide-spreading ebony horns thrown back among the morning-glories, the mouth open from the last sigh, the glassy eyes staring straight at the beautiful blue sky above, where a ghostly moon still lingered, the velvet neck ridged with veins and muscles, the body already buried in black ooze.

Balcony Stories Grace E. King

But then "her eyes were blue as morning-glories and her hair was jist like corn-silk, so yaller and fluffy."

Letters of a Woman Homesteader Elinore Pruitt Stewart

Our city morning-glories must dream of them, as we dream of angels.

Balcony Stories Grace E. King

Among their green robes may be seen thousands of beautiful wild-flowers, -- the sweet-scented laurustinus, all sorts of running vetches and wild sweet-pea, the delicate vases of dewy morning-glories, clusters of eglantine or sweetbrier roses, fragrant acacia-blossoms covered with bees and buzzing flies, the gold of glowing gorses, and scores of purple and yellow flowers, of which I know not the names.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 31, May, 1860 Various

To think of an obscure little Acadian bayou waking to flow the first thing in the morning not only through banks of new-blown morning-glories, but sown also to its depths with such reflections as must make it think itself a bayou in heaven, instead of in Paroisse

Balcony Stories Grace E. King