Shrubs
[ʃrʌbz]
Examples
- Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house rose to view, black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light shone nowhere. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Only the music of the angels it knew once could charm its shrubs and flowers to life again and restore its vanished beauty. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- A mass of shrubs, full-leaved evergreens, laurel and dense yewintervened between me and what I followed. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Methusaleh, the pear-tree, stood at the further end of this walk, near my seat: he rose up, dim and gray, above the lower shrubs round him. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- That was the odor of the cactus flowers, mimosa and the sea-grape shrubs. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- It was a fine frosty afternoon; the winter sun, already setting, gleamed pale on the tops of the garden-shrubs in the allée défendue. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Yes; there scarce stirred a breezeand that heavy tree was convulsed, whilst the feathery shrubs stood still. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Over the shrubs, before her, were the pale roofs and tower of the old church. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- They could see nothing; the high shrubs of the garden formed a leafy screen between them and the road. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He seized my hand in the darkness and led me swiftly past banks of shrubs which brushed against our faces. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- A gloomy wood, according to the one playbill, was represented by a few shrubs in pots, green baize on the floor, and a cave in the distance. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Their path to the front led them close to a little side window, whence the rays of candles streamed across the shrubs. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- On Christmas Eve he had reappeared at The Shrubs. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- There we found numbers of huge milk-giving shrubs--that strange plant which serves in great part as food and drink for the wild hordes of green men. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
Typist: Millie