grass-grown

To look upon its grass-grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.

The Haunted Jessica Verday 2010

Finally, near the novel's end, when Jane is walking through the forest towards Ferndean, I couldn't help but think the description of the path was very vulvic, oe perhaps symbolic of the deep emotional depths of the psyche: "grass-grown track descending the forest aisle, between hoar and knotty shafts and under branches arches...it stretched on and on, it wound far and farther...all was interwoven stem, columnar tunk, dense, summer foliage--no opening anywhere."

Jane Eyre in the Carnival Mirror Victoria Janssen 2010

I resisted all pressure to stay for lunch, and I set off at once upon my return journey, taking the grass-grown path by which we had come.

The Seriously Deranged Writer and the Model Cars 2010

A half-hour railway journey; turn left outside the station; two kilometres along the road; a gate with the top bar missing; a path across a field; a grass-grown lane; a track between bushes; a dead tree with moss on it.

Nineteen Eighty-four 2008

A half-hour railway journey; turn left outside the station; two kilometres along the road; a gate with the top bar missing; a path across a field; a grass-grown lane; a track between bushes; a dead tree with moss on it.

Nineteen Eighty-four 2008

Where are the grass-grown little towns, the wonderful little market-places all unconscious of markets, the shops that nobody kept, the streets that nobody trod, the churches that nobody went to, the bells that nobody rang, the tumble-down old buildings plastered with many-coloured bills that nobody read?

Reprinted Pieces 2007

Tombs and temples, overthrown and prostrate; small fragments of columns, friezes, pediments; great blocks of granite and marble; mouldering arches, grass-grown and decayed; ruin enough to build a spacious city from; lay strewn about us.

Pictures from Italy 2007

A deserted, solitary, grass-grown place, with ruined ramparts; half filled-up trenches, which afford a frowsy pasturage to the lean kine that wander about them; and streets of stern houses, moodily frowning at the other houses over the way.

Pictures from Italy 2007

All day long, upon the grass-grown ramparts of the town, practising soldiers trumpeted and bugled; all day long, down in angles of dry trenches, practising soldiers drummed and drummed.

Somebody's Luggage 2007

The Dodo has seen better days, and possesses interminable stables at the back — silent, grass-grown, broken-windowed, horseless.

Reprinted Pieces 2007