So, bright and early the next morning, old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox went down on the meadows where Danny Meadow Mouse lives.
"The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse" by Thornton W. Burgess
And in the morning the meadows lay bright in the sunshine.
"Stories of King Arthur's Knights" by Mary MacGregor
In front of both house and barn stretched the bright green meadows where day after day fed the twenty-six cows.
"Here and Now Story Book" by Lucy Sprague Mitchell
In places are miles of grassy slopes and miniature meadows, covered with coarse sedges and bright tender flowers.
"Wild Life on the Rockies" by Enos A. Mills
They were in a bright green meadow about two hundred yards in width and perhaps half a mile in length.
"The Heart of Thunder Mountain" by Edfrid A. Bingham
It was bright moonlight, and I thought I could see a fairy gliding back and forth in the meadow.
"The Lonely Way--Intermezzo--Countess Mizzie" by Arthur Schnitzler
It was fine, bright, and warm; through the hedges in the meadows children were seen laughing and playing at their games.
"Toilers of the Sea" by Victor Hugo
The sky lost its brightness; the meadow was no longer green; the blackness of the pit would be welcome to him.
"Black Diamonds" by Mór Jókai
The green meadows in the lower part of the country are as bright as in May.
"L'Arrabiata and Other Tales" by Paul Heyse
Smooth, clear, and bright as the lovely stream that watered the Oakdene meadows had been the current of his life hitherto.
"The Wreckers of Sable Island" by J. Macdonald Oxley
Along the meadow green:
And, whilst I saw my leman bright,
She waved on high her 'kerchief white
"Courage! to arms!" she cried.
"Watchsong 2" by Anonymous European
Of the sharp-horned rocks instead,
Green the grassy meadows spread,
Bright with waters singing by
Trees that propped a golden sky.
"My Dream" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Was it not you through whom all lived
In golden days, in happy lands
Of fragrant meadows, waters bright,
Where days were merry ?neath clear skies?
"To A Familiar Genius Flying" by Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky
But Spring is no king, but a faithful knight;
He will ride on through the meadows bright
Till at Summer's feet he shall light him down
And lay at her feet the royal crown.
"The Champion" by Edith Nesbit
I know how the valleys are bright from far,
Rocks, meadows, and waters, the wood and the scaur;
And how the roadside and the nearest hill
The foxglove and heather and harebell fill.
"From North Wales: To The Mother" by George MacDonald
Along the meadows, flashing bright,
Run trills of shrill and sweet delight;
E'en the small snowy clouds among,
Gush showers on showers of silver song.
But thou, my heart, oh, tell me why
Hast thou no language but a sigh?
"Echoes Of Spring" by Mathilde Blind