But to bring up all that, with the mill strown down, is a cowardly thing, to my thinking.
"Erema" by R. D. Blackmore
Nor strown all idly o'er his sumptuous halls Lie piles that seem the work of labouring ants.
"Theocritus" by Theocritus
The floor is thick with rushes strown.
"The Continental Monthly, Volume V. Issue I" by Various
The floor is strown with small boxes, to give it an uneven appearance, and covered with buffalo robes.
"Home Pastimes; or Tableaux Vivants" by James H. Head
Plant-pots and plants alike were strown, And gilded names in swaths were mown.
"Fragments of Two Centuries" by Alfred Kingston
They found the shores strown with gulls' eggs, and the island full of birds of this species.
"The Myth of Hiawatha, and Other Oral Legends, Mythologic and Allegoric, of the North American Indians" by Henry R. Schoolcraft
In a moment they sprang to their feet, but only to fall again upon the burning brands which were strown over the ground.
"Field and Forest" by Oliver Optic
All that long and dreary night, Sir Roland watched beside the dead, Humbly kneeling in the rushes strown around the carven bed.
"Graham's Magazine Vol XXXII No. 1 January 1848" by Various
While others serve the seething brass, and o'er the herbage strown Set coaly morsels 'neath the spit, and roast the inner meat.
"The Æneids of Virgil" by Virgil
Ambroise Patel, upon whose grave would be strown flowers that belonged to the living!
"Melomaniacs" by James Huneker
Though its few years were hardly noted, when
Again her path was strown
With thorns--the roses swept away again,
And she again alone!
"Man's Devotion" by James Whitcomb Riley
Farewell! the leaf-strown earth enfolds
Our stay, our pride, our hopes, our fears,
And autumn's golden sun beholds
A nation bowed, a world in tears.
"On The Death Of President Garfield" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
Oh, the sick gray, the twitter in the trees,
The sense of human waking o'er the earth!
The quivering memories of love's fair birth
Now strown as deathless flowers o'er its decease!
"Waking" by Cale Young Rice
I'm all alone in the world, now,
My bonnie love has flown;
My heart's an empty void, now,
Where the wreck of joy is strown;
For o'er her grave, the tombs between,
The grass is growing green.
"Afterward" by Samuel Alfred Beadle
Her dew-bespangled meadows shine
With gems of radiance so divine,
When touched by matin sun,
That myriad pendant drops of dew,
Lend to the mead a brilliant hue
Like earth with diamonds strown.
"Poundridge, N. Y." by Jared Barhite
All else of earth may perish; love alone
Not heaven shall find outgrown!
Are they not here, our spirit guests,
With love still throbbing in their breasts?
Once more let flowers be strown.
Welcome, ye shadowy forms, we count you still our own!
"H. C. M. H. S. J. K. W." by Oliver Wendell Holmes