arbute

We would have buried him in soft summer weather under sweet arbute trees, near the shore of some murmuring Italian sea.

Twenty-One Days in India; and, the Teapot Series George Robert Aberigh-Mackay 1864

Nor, I being thy husband, will there be wanting to thee chesnuts, nor the fruit of the arbute tree: [75] every tree shall be at thy service.

The Metamorphoses of Ovid Literally Translated into English Prose, with Copious Notes and Explanations 43 BC-18? Ovid 1847

She feeds upon the leaves of the arbute tree, and bitter herbs, and instead of a bed the unfortunate {animal} lies upon the earth, that does not always have grass {on it}, and drinks of muddy streams.

The Metamorphoses of Ovid Vol. I, Books I-VII 43 BC-18? Ovid 1847

The sun slopes in peace towards the west; not a cloud in those skies, clearer seen through yon boughs stripped of leaves, and rendering more vivid the evergreen of the arbute and laurel.

What Will He Do with It? — Volume 12 Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838

The sun slopes in peace towards the west; not a cloud in those skies, clearer seen through yon boughs stripped of leaves, and rendering more vivid the evergreen of the arbute and laurel.

What Will He Do with It? — Complete Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838

_Percalus. _ (rising and moving the arbute boughs aside with the tip of her sandal), "And, unless thou wouldst wait very long for my father's consent, perchance thou mayst have to ask for it very soon -- too soon to prepare thy courage for so great a peril."

Pausanias, the Spartan The Haunted and the Haunters, an Unfinished Historical Romance Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838

Upon a crag that jutted over a silent hollow, covered with oleander and arbute and here and there the wild rose, the young lover sat down, waiting patiently; for the eyes of Percalus had told him he should not wait in vain.

Pausanias, the Spartan The Haunted and the Haunters, an Unfinished Historical Romance Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838

And men, content with food which came with no one’s seeking, gathered the arbute fruit, strawberries from the mountainsides, cornel-cherries, berries hanging thick upon the prickly bramble, and acorns falling from the spreading tree of Jove.

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