There were fireflies
abroad that night, too, increasing the gramarye of it.
One clear star hung over the orchard and the fireflies
were flitting over in Lover's Lane, in and out among the ferns and rustling boughs.
But later on when they sat outside, smoking furiously to keep off the mosquitoes and watching the fireflies
dart in and out amongst the trees, the boy was silent.
A few fireflies flitted by us; and the solitary snipe, as it rose, uttered its plaintive cry.
At these times the fireflies are seen flitting about from hedge to hedge.
Into the night the sounds of luting flow; The west wind stirs amid the root-crop blue; While envious fireflies
spoil the twinkling dew, And early wild-geese stem the dark Kin-ho.
They seemed to swarm over the place all at once, till the lamplight, shining on their moving dark bodies and glittering, baleful eyes, made the place look like a bank of earth set with fireflies
. The dogs dashed on, but at the threshold suddenly stopped and snarled, and then, simultaneously lifting their noses, began to howl in most lugubrious fashion.
True, he had beheld shooting stars (this in reply to Bassett's contention); but likewise had he beheld the phosphorescence of fungoid growths and rotten meat and fireflies
on dark nights, and the flames of wood- fires and of blazing candle-nuts; yet what were flame and blaze and glow when they had flamed and blazed and glowed?
They were not will-o'-the- wisps; they were not fireflies
; they were not fireworks.
, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch's token.
I love the vivid flowers, the brilliant sunsets, and, perhaps most amazing of all, the bright flashes of fireflies
dancing in the night.
All around us now in the blackness, suspended at our feet and far off into the dark woods, never more than 10 inches above the forest floor, was a bejeweled, undulating carpet of countless steadily glowing, slowly drifting fireflies
. Together the wee lights seemed to mirror the terrain, dipping where there were gullies, rising with hills, each floating spark moving in slow motion, some circling in restless eddies, some gliding on a steady path.