be-carpeting

Updated: May 12, 2025

And outside was the garden, with its lemon-trees growing in vast jars like the jars of Knossos but marked with Barberini bees; its white and red camellias be-carpeting the soft grass with their fallen petals; its dark and tragic recesses where melancholy trees hung above piled fragments of the great Domitian villa whose ruins lay everywhere beneath our feet; its olive gardens sloping to the west, and open to the sun, open, too, to white, nibbling goats, and wandering bambini; its magical glimpse of St.

Mrs. Humphry Ward - A Writer's Recollections — Volume 2