I found the hot stream broadened out to a shallow, weedy
sand, in which an abundance of crabs and long-bodied, many-legged creatures started from my footfall.
So deep did they go; and so ancient, and corroded, and weedy
the aspect of the lowermost puncheons, that you almost looked next for some mouldy corner-stone cask containing coins of Captain Noah, with copies of the posted placards, vainly warning the infatuated old world from the flood.
Vyse is rather a wretched, weedy
man, don't you think?
The wagon rolled up a weedy
gravel walk, under a noble avenue of China trees, whose graceful forms and ever-springing foliage seemed to be the only things there that neglect could not daunt or alter,--like noble spirits, so deeply rooted in goodness, as to flourish and grow stronger amid discouragement and decay.
It proved to be an extensive pile of crumbling walls, arches, and towers, massive, properly grouped for picturesque effect, weedy
, grass-grown, and satisfactory.
Both in this poem and others of Tennyson, and in every poet that I have loved, there are melodies and harmonies enfolding significance that appeared long after I had first read them, and had even learned them by heart; that lay weedy
in my outer ear and were enough in their Mere beauty of phrasing, till the time came for them to reveal their whole meaning.
Inside was a bit of kitchen-garden, bounded by a paling; beyond that some backs of detached houses; beyond them, again, a plot of weedy
ground, a few wretched cottages, and the open, heathery moor.
Daily the beans saw me come to their rescue armed with a hoe, and thin the ranks of their enemies, filling up the trenches with weedy
The great sweep in front of the terrace and entrance stair was black and covered with mosses; the once trim flower-beds rank and weedy
Snails clung to the sides of the tank; tadpoles and tiny fish swam swiftly in the green water, slippery efts and slimy frogs twined their noiseless way in and out of the weedy
rock-work; and on top of the pyramid there sat solitary, cold as the stone, brown as the stone, motionless as the stone, a little bright-eyed toad.
It was quite a wilderness, and there were old melon-frames and cucumber-frames in it, which seemed in their decline to have produced a spontaneous growth of weak attempts at pieces of old hats and boots, with now and then a weedy
offshoot into the likeness of a battered saucepan.
And still entranced I crouched by her side near the further side, with only unkempt grass-plot and a weedy
path between us and that ponderous door, wide open still, and replaced by a section of the lighted hail within.