To either hand lay the fallow fields, rolled the brown hills, rose the shadowy bulk of forest trees, showed the green of winter wheat.
"The Long Roll" by Mary Johnston
The camping-ground was a green fallow near some willows and a stream.
"Journeys in Persia and Kurdistan, Volume II (of 2)" by Isabella L. Bird
No! upon the dark mould fallow
Shine bright blades of green;
Rising, spreading, plumes of yellow
O'er their sheaves are seen.
"Mon-Daw-Min" by John Douglas Sutherland Campbell
Silent stept he on, poor fallow!
Listening to his guide before,
Owre green know, and flowery hallow,
Till they reach'd the cot-house door.
"The Waes O' War : Or The Upshot Of The History O' Will And Jean. In Four Parts" by Hector MacNeill
Pansies, on their lowly stems
Scatter'd o'er the fallows;
Hazel-buds with crimson gems,
Green and glossy sallows;
Tufted moss and ivy-twine,
Deck my love, my Valentine.
"The Valentine Wreath" by James Montgomery
The sheep within the fallow field,
The herd upon the green,
The larks that in the thistle shield,
And pipe from morn to e'en--
O for the pasture, fields, and fen!
When shall I see such rest again?
"The Sleep Of Spring" by John Clare