weeping-willow

On the phone, the champion issues light, whispery breaths through her weeping-willow whiskers.

Hickory, Westminster Kennel Club's 'best in show' dog, is from Va. hunt country Dan Zak 2011

On the phone, the champion issues light, whispery breaths through her weeping-willow whiskers.

Hickory, Westminster Kennel Club's 'best in show' dog, is from Va. hunt country Dan Zak 2011

Accordingly, the weeping-willow, the weeping-birch, and other trees of early and pendulous shoots, flourish in these favoured recesses in a degree unknown in our eastern districts; and the air is also said to possess that mildness which is favourable to consumptive cases.

The Heart of Mid-Lothian 2007

The Four Seasons is parked alongside Boston's lush Public Garden, with views of its weeping-willow trees and its pond, replete with the famous Swan Boats and crossed by a beautiful suspension bridge of gray and white, with blue cables.

Brahmin On The Common 2006

His shoulders rustled some weeping-willow tendrils—and just like that he was sitting on her stone garden bench.

The Town Chuck Hogan 2004

The month was October, and down in the yard, a few feet from the bee-hives, just beyond the shadow of the weeping-willow that stood near the well, and along the row of gooseberry bushes under which the hens were wont to gather and gossip -- standing on one leg and making their toilets meanwhile -- there stood a barrel, out of whose bung-hole protruded a black bottle turned bottom side up.

The Evolution of Dodd William Hawley Smith

Clear streams of water ran coolly and pleasingly by the sides of the streets, shaded by the ubiquitous weeping-willow.

The Second Battalion Royal Dublin Fusiliers in the South African War With a Description of the Operations in the Aden Hinterland Cecil Francis Romer

The sounds shaped themselves in his imagination to the picture of a beautiful weeping-willow.

Selected Polish Tales Else C. M. Benecke

Where Soho-street now begins there was a dyer's pond and yard; over it was a fine weeping-willow.

Recollections of Old Liverpool A Nonagenarian

Neshaminy, with its dazzling squares of young wheat, its brown patches of corn-land, its snowy masses of blooming orchard, and the huge, fountain-like jets of weeping-willow, half concealing the gray stone fronts of the farm-houses.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 57, July, 1862 Various