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Updated: June 29, 2025
From this time little Wild-Rose was as dear to it as its own children, nay, she was the very apple of the griffin's eye, and it took care of her and fed her with the very best things a griffin could find. So the little Wild-Rose with the golden hair began to grow and flourish like a stately lily.
Laura plucked a branch of white blossoms from a wild-rose bush and put it into her bosom. "Well, Caesar, let us go to the hotel," she said; "it is very late." "I will escort you a little way," I suggested. We went out on the highway. The night was palpitating as it filled itself with stars. Laura hummed Neapolitan songs.
It shall be a chapel again; that is" the wild-rose colour deepens on the lovely face "if my husband agrees? To have it so restored would make the Plas seem more like a home, because I was brought up in a Convent, though not in England." Her eyes stray back to the sun-kissed beauty of Nantmadoc Bay and the dotted line of white spots that indicate the town of St.
And if he expected to tire of her what did he want her for at all? She sprang up and surveyed herself in the glass that hung against the rough wall, over a draped dressing-table which had apparently once been boxes. Yes, she did look tired and draggled. Her wild-rose color was nearly gone, and there were big circles under her eyes.
The terrace itself, however, is a sweet little spot, with its grassy slopes, that recline towards the sun, partially covered with thickets of wild-rose and honeysuckle, and studded, in their season, with violets, and daisies, and the delicate rock geranium.
"When this wild-rose is full of flowers," said Jeremias, as he regarded it with his expressive glance, "it must awaken the thought, that that which the state condemns with justice, a Higher Power can cover with the roses of his love." The sun withdrew his beams.
She looked at the red mark upon the white hand, and two tears fell from her long lashes upon her wild-rose cheeks. With a smile the Governor put out an arm and drew her down upon a stool beside him, then rose and bowed low to the King's ward. "You are not yet well enough to leave your cabin, as our worthy physician general will assure you, lady," he said courteously, but firmly.
How did you get there? Did your people lose you, or had you run away from home?" The delicate wild-rose colour sank out of Lynette's cheeks. Her eyes sank under those bold, curious, blue ones of Greta's. She said, with a painful effort: "I had run away from the place that was called my home. I don't remember ever having lived anywhere else before." "My! And ...?" "It was a dreadful place."
The most marvelous of marvels! By his side, among the herbs, a little child was crying and moving its tiny hands. The angel brought some basil and some water that had been consecrated nine years, sprinkled the child, and christened it, giving it the name of "Little Wild-Rose."
There is the Ten Acre field, stretching so far as to be weirdly lonely at the very far end. Every part of it was distinct. You turned to the left as you entered by a heavy hedge of wild-rose and blackberry. There the wild convolvulus blew its white trumpet gloriously and violets ran over the bank under the green veil, and stellaria and speedwell made in May a mimic heaven.
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