Both stood in a suburb of the city, which was still countrylike, with groves
and lawns, large gardens, and quiet streets.
While the train flashed through never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak groves
wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the touch and red dust lay deep over everything.
Streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves
of beech and hickory- nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field.
Or, to choose a wholly unsubstantial instance, purely addressed to the fancy, why, in reading the old fairy tales of Central Europe, does the tall pale man of the Hartz forests, whose changeless pallor unrestingly glides through the green of the groves
--why is this phantom more terrible than all the whooping imps of the Blocksburg?
Such an idol as that found in the secret groves
of Queen Maachah in Judea; and for worshipping which, king Asa, her son, did depose her, and destroyed the idol, and burnt it for an abomination at the brook Kedron, as darkly set forth in the 15th chapter of the first book of Kings.
Then there was the parting from every familiar object,--the place where she had grown up, the trees under which she had played, the groves
where she had walked many an evening in happier days, by the side of her young husband,--everything, as it lay in the clear, frosty starlight, seemed to speak reproachfully to her, and ask her whither could she go from a home like that?
They planted groves
and walks of Platanes," where they took subdiales ambulationes in porticos open to the air.
From hilltops we saw fair green valleys lying spread out below, with streams winding through them, and island groves
of trees here and there, and huge lonely oaks scattered about and casting black blots of shade; and beyond the valleys we saw the ranges of hills, blue with haze, stretching away in billowy per- spective to the horizon, with at wide intervals a dim fleck of white or gray on a wave-summit, which we knew was a castle.
It is a fine sight to see the evening sunlight suddenly strike the leafy declivity at the Castle's base and dash up it and drench it as with a luminous spray, while the adjacent groves
are in deep shadow.
Carter's cows, trod the short grass of the pasture, with its well-worn path running through gardens of buttercups and white- weed, and groves
of ivory leaves and sweet fern.
It was a fine autumn morning; the early sun shone serenely on embrowned groves
and still green fields; advancing on to the lawn, I looked up and surveyed the front of the mansion.
It was the same with the groves
of deserted bedsteads I peeped at, on my way to, and when I was in, my own bed.