Finger-grass

Definitions

  • Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • ns Finger-grass grass of genus Digitaria
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Quotations

  • Edna St. Vincent Millay
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    “God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.”

Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. finger; Ger. finger.

Usage

In literature:

That afternoon, Peer sat on one of the ramparts below the fortress, biting at a stalk of grass, and twirling the end in his fingers.
"The Great Hunger" by Johan Bojer
His fingers clutched nothing but prickly scrub and coarse grass.
"For the Term of His Natural Life" by Marcus Clarke
We shook our heads in the wind and touched the grasses with our fingers.
"Over Strand and Field" by Gustave Flaubert
Then she took the little grass ring from her finger and slipped it into her pocketbook.
"The Vehement Flame" by Margaret Wade Campbell Deland
He dragged himself along with his hands, catching hold of the tufts of grass or digging his fingers into the soft earth.
"Private Peat" by Harold R. Peat
The grass seemed signalling to me with all its fingers at once; the crowded stars seemed bent upon being understood.
"Orthodoxy" by G. K. Chesterton
Susan saw David's fingers feeling in the grass for her hand.
"The Emigrant Trail" by Geraldine Bonner
Peters was dreaming now, for he twined his fingers in the long grass and tossed uneasily.
"Golden Stories" by Various
The submarine was held fast in the grip of the long, sinuous, snake-like fingers of the terrible sea grass.
"Under the Ocean to the South Pole" by Roy Rockwood
He leaned forward and began to pluck blades of grass and twist them nervously in his fingers.
"Dixie Hart" by Will N. Harben
She likewise thrust out the ring or marriage finger three times, and the finger dropped blood on the grass.
"The Mysteries of All Nations" by James Grant
The grasses and leaves begin with busy fingers to cover him up.
"The Singing Mouse Stories" by Emerson Hough
He unclenched one fist, and wound four tiny fingers round a grass-stem.
""Wee Tim'rous Beasties"" by Douglas English
Godfrey, stretched at full length in the grass, with his finger on the trigger of his musket, kept looking towards the coast.
"Godfrey Morgan" by Jules Verne
She would have liked to throw herself on the grass and tear up the sod with her fingers.
"The Undying Past" by Hermann Sudermann
She has slipped between his fingers, and he has measured his length on the grass!
"Doctor Cupid" by Rhoda Broughton
Again the lean hand with long fingers appeared above the soil, and this was seen groping about the grass till it laid hold of the teapot.
"A Book of Ghosts" by Sabine Baring-Gould
If the mob but raise a finger it will be mowed down like grass.
"The Galley Slave's Ring" by Eugène Sue
The awful screaming in the house had never ceased; Nick sat down on the grass and fumbled at my shirt with trembling fingers.
"The Little Red Foot" by Robert W. Chambers
She wound a blade of grass round her finger, and then unwound it again.
"Diana Tempest, Volume II (of 3)" by Mary Cholmondeley
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In poetry:

The hills, beneath the roving sun,
From green to purple pass,
And little, trifling breezes run
Their fingers through the grass.
"Landscape" by Dorothy Parker
The grass grows up, and in the wind
Waves tiny fingers to and fro,
As if distraught to probe and find
The secret of its life below.
"Summer Invocation" by Alexander Anderson
Of Love the minstrel sang, and drew
An easy finger o'er the strings,
Then laughed and sang of other things,—
Of grass and flowers and azure blue.
"Reality" by Oscar Fay Adams
The joyous morning ran and kissed the grass
And drew his fingers through her sleeping hair,
And cried, 'Before thy flowers are well awake
Rise, and the lingering darkness from thee shake.
"The Wakers" by John Freeman
Then we thrid God's cowslips (as erst His heather),
That endowed the wan grass with their golden blooms;
And snapt—(it was perfectly charming weather)—
Our fingers at Fate and her goddess-glooms:
"Lovers And A Reflection" by Charles Stuart Calverley
In burrows narrow as a finger, solitary bees
Keep house among the grasses. Kneeling down
I set my eyes to a hole-mouth and meet an eye
Round, green, disconsolate as a tear.
Father, bridegroom, in this Easter egg
Under the coronal of sugar roses
"The Beekeeper's Daughter" by Sylvia Plath