"Blooming" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... prison-like appearance. The window-panes are sometimes made of mica. Over the front doors of some of the better houses are pictures of the Virgin. The nurse's house is designated by having over the doorway a signboard, on which is painted a full-blooming rose, out of the petals of which is ...
— Through Five Republics on Horseback • G. Whitfield Ray
... young and blooming. Guess your husband is right proud of you? Say you're a widow? Well, now, my goodness. Some of these days a fine man going to find you and then, er—er, lady, let ...
— Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States - Volume II. Arkansas Narratives. Part I • Work Projects Administration
... so great that it was full two o'clock before I found time to sit down, hungry enough, to the slight dinner I had brought with me in a little basket. I had taken only the first mouthful, when Miss Effie came in from dining at home. She drew her chair close up to me, her sweet face blooming with the roses of perfect health, and her bright eyes sparkling with animation and intelligence. Much as I admired and loved her, I thought she had never before looked so ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 15, No. 89, March, 1865 • Various
... of a thirteenth century writer whose real name is unknown. Der Stricker probably means 'the composer,' 'the poet.' He wrote a long epic, Karl the Great, an Arthurian romance, Daniel of the Blooming Vale, and several short tales of which the best is Pfaffe Ameis. The hero is a peripatetic rogue and practical joker who plays tricks on people and makes much money. The selection is from the translation by Karl Pannier in ...
— An anthology of German literature • Calvin Thomas
... so much pride and promise, now, alas! how changed. It was most touching to look upon one whose morning of life had been so bright and beautiful and, still in the sunny days of childhood, transformed into an image of decrepitude and decay. The fair blooming cheek and finely chiselled features were now shrunk and stiffened into the wan and rigid inflexibility of old age; while the black bandages which swathed the little pale sad countenance, gave additional gloom and harshness to the profound melancholy ...
— Marriage • Susan Edmonstone Ferrier
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