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Artificially Belonging to flowers. Fluctuation coming in great numbers; "There was a great fluctuation of emigrants." Setting on fire. Beating. Odium That you have a great tact at anything; "Your odium is very great." A poisonous herb. Pertaining to song; "He was an odium writer." A sweet smell; "The odium of new-mown hay." Transverse To turn over; "Transverse that bucket and see what is in it."
Paul's clock would warn the varlets home. In the day-time I was still less able to write. It was broad summer. The haymakers were at work in the fields, and the perfume of the new-mown hay brought with it the recollection of my native fields.
Teddy looked up soulfully as he munched a cookie. "Costs money to see me act funny," he said. "Go on; go on!" urged the boys. "You never showed us any of your tricks except what you did in the ring this evening." "Do you know, it's a funny thing, but I never can be funny unless there is a crop of new-mown sawdust under my feet," remarked Teddy.
They were certainly going back to America in September, if not before. And must she not go with them? And would the heat at Torre Amiata be bearable for the sensitive Northerner after July? Already they spent many hours of the day in their shuttered and closed rooms, and Eleanor was whiter than the convolvulus which covered the new-mown hayfields.
It was evening again and the girls had the gondola to themselves. They were skirting the low shore of the Lido, fragrant with the breath of new-mown hay, vocal with the chirp of crickets and the dull, rhythmic thud of the waves upon the beach.
I don't say that they're wrong. But I likes laylock." "What's laylock?" asked Paul. His friend explained. No lilac bloomed in the blighted Springs of Bludston. "Does it smell sweet?" "Yuss. So does the may and the syringa and the new-mown hay and the seaweed. Never smelt any of 'em?" "No," sighed Paul, sensuously conscious of new and vague horizons. "I once smelled summat sweet," he said dreamily.
They presented a strange picture in that room, its owner's face now a greyish white, his supplicant shaking with a passion that came out in perspiration. With trembling hand Mr. Labouchere flung open the window. The room was stifling. There was a smell of new-mown hay in the air, a gentle breeze tipped the well-trimmed hedge with life, and the walks crackled in the heat.
Beyond the stile, the lane descends into a hollow, and is bordered by a small furze common, where, under shelter of the hollow brambles and beneath the golden bloom of the furze, the pale anemones flower. When the June roses open their petals on the briars, and the scent of new-mown hay is wafted over the hedge from the meadows, the lane seems to wind through a continuous wood.
Would they venture out now into the silence? There was an odor of new-mown hay in the night air. Far away they could hear the murmuring of the waves around the rocks.
She was travelling with an aunt on a steamboat. She was very happy, for she was going to visit her grandfather and grandmother, and she knew she should enjoy herself on the fine farm, scampering about over the fields, raking the new-mown hay, and riding on the top of the load. Bessie always liked to go to the country.
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