sallows

Going through the woods, we were never far from the song of grasshopper warblers, our Hampshire cicadas, in the sallows of the bogs and marshes.

Wildwood

Going through the woods, we were never far from the song of grasshopper warblers, our Hampshire cicadas, in the sallows of the bogs and marshes.

Wildwood

Those bleak landscapes, the withered sallows along dismally muddy roads, the gray crows flapping across gray skies, the sudden whiff of some amazing recollection at a most ordinary corner—all this pathetic dimness, all this lovely weakness, all this Chekhovian dove-gray world is worth treasuring in the glare of those strong, self-sufficient worlds that are promised us by the worshippers of totalitarian states.

A true democrat ...

Those bleak landscapes, the withered sallows along dismally muddy roads, the gray crows flapping across gray skies, the sudden whiff of some amazing recollection at a most ordinary corner — all this pathetic dimness, all this lovely weakness, all this Chekhovian dove-gray world is worth treasuring in the glare of those strong, self-sufficient worlds that are promised us by the worshippers of totalitarian states.

Vladimir Nabokov on Chekhov

Those bleak landscapes, the withered sallows along dismally muddy roads, the gray crows flapping across gray skies, the sudden whiff of some amazing recollection at a most ordinary corner — all this pathetic dimness, all this lovely weakness, all this Chekhovian dove-gray world is worth treasuring in the glare of those strong, self-sufficient worlds that are promised us by the worshippers of totalitarian states.

Vladimir Nabokov on Chekhov

It was a deep hollow in the midst of a wide field; the shelving sides were overgrown with trees and bushes, a belt of sallows surrounded it on the top, a steep winding path led down into the depths, practicable, however, for a light cart, like mine; at the bottom was an open space, and there I pitched my tent, and there I contrived to put up my forge.

Lavengro

The very sallows by the brook seemed to appeal to him.

John Caldigate

Now, everything irritated him: the two sallows, one all gold and perfume and murmur, one silver-green and bristly, reminded him, that here he had taught her about pollination.

The Prussian Officer and Other Stories

They headed down a slope toward a cool, inviting glen with tall sallows shading a particularly green lea.

The Plains of Passage

I thought they were sallows, but I've never seen any the size of trees before.

The Plains of Passage