blossom-hung

Updated: May 6, 2025

Or go up, one of a singing flower-garlanded crowd, to a shaded pool of a river in the bush, cool from the mountains. The blossom-hung darkness is streaked with the bodies that fling themselves, head or feet first, from the cliffs around the water, and the haunted forest-silence is broken by laughter.

Rupert Brooke - Letters from America

And winding on into the green, sun-steeped distance, the blossom-hung English lanes. I find it an unexpectedly strange experience to be in London again after ten years in New York. I had no idea it could be so strange. Of course, there are men to whom one great city is as another commercial travellers, impresarios, globe-trotting millionaires. Being none of these, I am not as much at home in St.

Richard Le Gallienne - Vanishing Roads and Other Essays