"Thymy" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... into the west, and down Upon the water stooped an orange cloud, And the pale milky reaches flushed, as glad To wear its colors; and the sultry air Went out to sea, and puffed the sails of ships With thymy wafts, the breath of trodden grass: It took moreover music, for across The heather belt and over pasture land Came the sweet monotone of one slow bell, And parted time into divisions rare, Whereof each morsel ...
— Poems by Jean Ingelow, In Two Volumes, Volume I. • Jean Ingelow
... flowers and thymy air, Will they now miss our coming? The dumbles thin their humming To find ...
— Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses • Thomas Hardy
... then, if pride, conceit, (The manners of the fair and great) I give to monkeys, asses, dogs, Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and hogs. I say that these are proud. What then? I never said they equal men. A goat (as vain as goat can be) Affected singularity. 10 Whene'er a thymy bank he found, He rolled upon the fragrant ground; And then with fond attention stood, Fixed o'er his image in the flood. 'I hate my frowsy beard,' he cries; 'My youth is lost in this disguise. Did not ...
— The Poetical Works of Addison; Gay's Fables; and Somerville's Chase • Joseph Addison, John Gay, William Sommerville
... SCENE. Thymy grass-plot at back of the Mahasu dak-bungalow, overlooking little wooded valley. On the left, glimpse of the Dead Forest of Fagoo; on the right, Simla Hills. In background, line of the Snows. CAPTAIN GADSBY, now three weeks ...
— The Works of Rudyard Kipling One Volume Edition • Rudyard Kipling
... upon the sea like wind Which round some thymy cape will lag and hover, Though it can wake the still cloud, and unbind The strength of tempest: day was almost over, When through the fading light I could discover 3185 A ship approaching—its white sails were fed With the north wind—its moving shade did cover ...
— The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Volume I • Percy Bysshe Shelley
... marge of Leman's lake, Upon a thymy plot, In blissful rev'rie, half awake, Earth's follies all forgot, I conjured up a faery isle Where sorrow enter'd not, Withouten shade of sin or guile— A lovely ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volumes I-VI. - The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century • Various |
