Think what a sapless stick this fair flower of life must be to them, devoid of mind and soul.
"Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow" by Jerome K. Jerome
He was like a sapless tree.
"The Call of the Blood" by Robert Smythe Hichens
The same merciless sun, the same sapless and parched surroundings.
"On the Heels of De Wet" by The Intelligence Officer
The mimosa trees, sapless and dry, are thick with thorns.
"The Story of General Gordon" by Jeanie Lang
He picked a bennet from the grass and bit it, but it was sapless, dried by the summer heat.
"Wood Magic" by Richard Jefferies
The last red roseleaf had fluttered silently down; the last purple sloe had fallen from its sapless stem.
"Creatures of the Night" by Alfred W. Rees
Isom was as thick-skinned as he was sapless.
"The Bondboy" by George W. (George Washington) Ogden
Hot sun and wind make the fruit woody and sapless.
"The Apple" by Various
The woods were aflame with the sapless leaves.
"Janice Day" by Helen Beecher Long
Then when it had become sapless and hard, he cut it to shape, then "put it to pickle," as the saying goes.
"McClure's Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, July, 1893" by Various
And not content to dedicate,
With much protesting shiver,
The sapless leaves to winter's mate,
Hebrus, the cold dark river.
"The Roasting Of Lydia" by Roswell Martin Field
A silent shiver as of pain,
Goes quivering through each sapless vein;
And there are moans,
Are sad as midnight autumn rain.
"A November Nocturne" by Margaret Junkin Preston
Type are you of that which springs
Ever forth when comes the need,
Overthrowing thrones and kings,
Faithless altar, sapless creed;
Sowing fresh and living seed.
"Tamerlane" by Victor James Daley
Ye critics wha do grammar ken,
If ye do think that ye can men'
These sapless lines that I have pen'd,
The leaf ye'll turn,
For Nature's fire near the end
Did cease to burn.
"The Miser's Glundie Wife" by Susannah Hawkins
YE Dog'rels who do take delight
Against your neebour lads to write,
Ye mak' your sapless verse through spite,
Against these men;
If ye nae better can indite,
Lay by your pen.
"Address To Doggerels" by Susannah Hawkins
O smooth my rugged heart, and there
Engrave thy rev'rend law and fear;
Or make a new one, since the old
Is saplesse grown,
And a much fitter stone
To hide my dust, then thee to hold.
"Nature" by George Herbert