As the occupants of the carriage changed, he varied this tale, or adorned it with all the shoots of a budding
fancy, the more rampant for being held off native speech so long.
let me not perish now, In the budding
of my Paradisal Hope
But the lawn, already vivid with the touch of May, showed a violence of watered green; the budding
shrubs and trees repeated the note as they tossed their thick masses, and the cold troubled light, filling the pretty saloon, marked the spring afternoon as sufficiently young.
Human science can never be quite certain of things like that," said Father Brown, still looking at the red budding
of the branches over his head, "if only because of the difficulty about definition and connotation.
He pointed to the Val d'Arno, which was visible far below them, through the budding
The dome of Mansart floated ethereally above the budding
trees and the long grey front of the building: drawing up into itself all the rays of afternoon light, it hung there like the visible symbol of the race's glory.
All visitors linger pensively about it; all young people capture and carry away keepsakes and mementoes of it; all Parisian youths and maidens who are disappointed in love come there to bail out when they are full of tears; yea, many stricken lovers make pilgrimages to this shrine from distant provinces to weep and wail and "grit" their teeth over their heavy sorrows, and to purchase the sympathies of the chastened spirits of that tomb with offerings of immortelles and budding
She was a charming woman; they all said so, the barristers and their wives who dined with us, and the literary stockbrokers, and the budding
politicians; oh, she was a charming woman.
I know not," quoth Arthur, smiling, with his head on one side, like a budding
lass that is asked to dance, "I know not that I can match our sweet friend's song; moreover, I do verily think that I have caught a cold and have a certain tickling and huskiness in the windpipe.
Holmes pointed down the long tract of road which wound, a reddish yellow band, between the brown of the heath and the budding
green of the woods.
The peasants say that a cold wind blows in late spring because the oaks are budding
, and really every spring cold winds do blow when the oak is budding