"Sappy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... furnished by the rushes, And the legs, by reeds aquatic, Veins were made of withered grasses, Eyes, from daisies of the meadows, Ears were formed of water-flowers, And the skin of tawny fir-bark, Out of sappy wood, the muscles, Fair and fleet, the magic reindeer. Juutas thus instructs the wild-moose, These the words of wicked Hisi: Flee away, thou moose of Juutas, Flee away, thou Hisi-reindeer, Like the winds, thou rapid courser, To the snow-homes of the ranger, To the ridges ...
— The Kalevala (complete) • John Martin Crawford, trans.
... by fits so dense a cloud of smoke Puffs from his sappy and ill-seasoned oak, Yet, as the spirit of the dream draws near, Remembered loves make Byron's self sincere. The puny heart within him swells to view, The man grows loftier and the ...
— The Poet's Poet • Elizabeth Atkins
... prayer at least success obtain'd: "For as she spoke rose round her legs the earth; "The lofty tree's foundation, crooked roots "Shot from her spreading toes; hard wood her bones "Became; the marrow in the midst remain'd "As pith; as sappy juice still flow'd her blood: "Her arms large boughs were spread; her fingers chang'd "To slender twigs; rough bark her skin became. "The growing tree press'd hard the gravid womb; "Invested next her breast, and o'er her neck "Threaten'd to spread. Impatient ...
— The Metamorphoses of Publius Ovidus Naso in English blank verse Vols. I & II • Ovid
... and old grass and wild periwinkle. They had wonderful dark stripes running up their cheeks, the crocuses, like the clear proud stripes on a badger's face, or on some proud cat. She took a handful of the sappy, shut, striped flames. In her room they opened into a ...
— The Lost Girl • D. H. Lawrence
... hills, And strewn with walnuts were its autumn rills— And chestnut burs! fruit of the spring's long flowers, When from their tops the trees seemed streaming showers Of slender silver, cool, crepuscular, And like a nebulous radiance shone afar. And maples! how their sappy hearts would gush Broad troughs of syrup, when the winter bush Steamed with the sugar-kettle, day and night, And all the snow was streaked with firelight. Then it was glorious! the mill-dam's edge, One slant of frosty crystal, ...
— Myth and Romance - Being a Book of Verses • Madison Cawein
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