Bounds Quote by Sarah Helen Whitman

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

— Suzanne Collins

“Sere grass grew in tufts out of a pale, sandy soil, no richer for the thousands of souls planted there. Red-brown moss clumped amidst…

— Antonio Dias

“The first place that I can well remember, was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees…

— Anna Sewell

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a…

— Edith Wharton

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot…

— Elizabeth George Speare

“the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so…

— Kenneth Grahame

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the night…

— Ray Bradbury

“In the dewy wood tinselled with bewildering moonlight, the bumbling, tumbling babies of the fairy creche trip over the hem of her dress, which…

— Angela Carter

“The road climbs curving out of wet ground thick with cedars, and up onto a plateau meadow where Jersey cows, beautiful as deer, watching…

— Wallace Stegner Crossing To Safety

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray Forget your woes and let your troubles lay

— Suzanne Collins