Lena had given him one of Tiny Soderball's bottles of perfume
for his mother, and he thought he would get some handkerchiefs to go with it.
The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume
of the pink-flowering thorn.
He stood for ten minutes listening to the gas flaring in the silence of the empty room; lover though he was, he did not even think of stealing a ribbon that would have given him the perfume
of the woman he loved.
Now to cure the princess the dervish must pull out seven of these white hairs, burn three, and with their smoke perfume
the head of the princess.
She directed him to do just as he had done before, with only this difference, that instead of going to the stable which had been the ruin of his hopes, he was to enter right into the castle itself, and to glide as fast as he could down the passages till he came to a room filled with perfume
, where he would find a beautiful maiden asleep on a bed.
The oaks will yield us their sweet fruit with bountiful hand, the trunks of the hard cork trees a seat, the willows shade, the roses perfume
, the widespread meadows carpets tinted with a thousand dyes; the clear pure air will give us breath, the moon and stars lighten the darkness of the night for us, song shall be our delight, lamenting our joy, Apollo will supply us with verses, and love with conceits whereby we shall make ourselves famed for ever, not only in this but in ages to come.
They were preserved with the care given in these provinces deprived of vineyards to other native products, desirable for their antique perfume
, and issued by the presses of Bourgogne, Touraine, Gascogne, and the South.
Pepper plants replaced the prickly hedges of European fields; sago-bushes, large ferns with gorgeous branches, varied the aspect of this tropical clime; while nutmeg-trees in full foliage filled the air with a penetrating perfume
Methinks there's a genius Roams in the mountains, Girdled with ivy And robed in wisteria, Lips ever smiling, Of noble demeanour, Driving the yellow pard, Tiger-attended, Couched in a chariot With banners of cassia, Cloaked with the orchid, And crowned with azaleas; Culling the perfume
Of sweet flowers, he leaves In the heart a dream-blossom, Memory haunting.
The soil was humid and glittering with the rain which had recently fallen, and the refreshed herbs sent forth their perfume
with additional energy.
The morning sun looked softly down upon the broad green earth, which like a mighty altar was sending up clouds of perfume
from its breast, while flowers danced gayly in the summer wind, and birds sang their morning hymn among the cool green leaves.
There came up from all nature in the dawn of day a perfume
of herbs, flowers and leaves, which delighted the heart.