Verdure

Where are the flowers she used to plait into her hair? Where are lush verdure, warm and serene nights, happy songs?

It was in mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation.

[…] now he was / The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, / And suck'd my verdure out on't.

The five weeks which she had now passed in Kent had made a great difference in the country, and every day was adding to the verdure of the early trees.

To her belonged Amber Spring, the water which gave verdure and beauty to the village and made living possible on that wild purple upland waste.

Through the brazen hours that followed high noon, we crept onwards through a tunnel of glittering verdure.

This is itself a cheerless spot, particularly on a rainy day, when, overshadowed by the great massif of rock that towers in the background, and surrounded by the grey and cheerless quarries, it has a depressing character much in contrast with the green verdure encountered on the northern end of this interesting branch line.