Mechanically she let the portrait slip through her fingers, and it fell to the moistened grass near the form of him who had wedded her.
"Under the Rose" by Frederic Stewart Isham
Brushing his forehead thoughtfully with tender fingers he surveyed with saddened eye the three graduated steps of grass.
"Greener Than You Think" by Ward Moore
The turf was full of prickly grass seeds; the long grass cut the fingers to the bone if people tried to pick it.
"The Story of General Gordon" by Jeanie Lang
Suddenly she lay back, her hands behind her head, her fingers outstretched among the long, cool grasses.
"The Job" by Sinclair Lewis
The boy had sunk upon the grass, sucking a wounded finger.
"Antony Gray,--Gardener" by Leslie Moore
At length his extended fingers touched the sea-grass which fringed the ledge.
"El Diablo" by Brayton Norton
The Indian came rapidly over the grass with his finger at his lips.
"The Road to Frontenac" by Samuel Merwin
They had moved to the side of the "loanie" and he mechanically stopped and plucked a long grass and began to wind it round his fingers.
"Changing Winds" by St. John G. Ervine
He was lying face down, his arms stretched out wide at either side, his fingers convulsively clutching at tufts of grass.
"The Shepherd of the North" by Richard Aumerle Maher
Thou art so filthy that if thou couldst make me a queen by the touch of a finger, I had rather be a goose-girl and eat grass.
"The Fifth Queen" by Ford Madox Ford
One dwarf was illuminating a book, and a beautiful design of grasses and butterflies grew up under his clever fingers.
"Fairy Tales from the German Forests" by Margaret Arndt
Were his fingers clenched in the grass?
"Cleek of Scotland Yard" by Thomas W. Hanshew
Her fingers twined in his and she set off over the flowery grass, pulling him beside her.
"The Tree of Life" by Catherine Lucille Moore
Another tore at the grass with futile fingers through which a delicate pink primula was now blossoming.
"The Unveiling of Lhasa" by Edmund Candler
She likewise thrust out the ring or marriage finger three times, and the finger dropped blood on the grass.
"Old Church Lore" by William Andrews
There were pauses, studied inflections, no gestures: her seven-fingered hands hung limp against the blue grass skirt.
"West Of The Sun" by Edgar Pangborn
The bunch of grass thus used may be about as thick as half the little finger.
"Home Occupations for Boys and Girls" by Bertha Johnston
Their edges cut like young grass drawn through careless fingers.
"Prairie Gold" by Various
One hand clutched her lap and the other pulled grass with destructive fingers.
"The Story of Tonty" by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
Then he made shift to swing himself down till the long grass brushed his fingers.
"Curly" by Roger Pocock
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