The soft air was redolent of things growing and the pungent odor of sagebrush.
"The Fighting Shepherdess" by Caroline Lockhart
It opened a new view of American Revolutionary history, and then it was redolent of the country of Pennsylvania.
"Confessions of a Book-Lover" by Maurice Francis Egan
The air was redolent with perfume and melodious with the sweet notes of countless birds.
"The River of Darkness" by William Murray Graydon
St. James's Square is redolent of old memories.
"The Strand District" by Sir Walter Besant
New is an epithet redolent of antiquity.
"American Sketches" by Charles Whibley
The flowing milk, too, is not denied you, nor honey redolent of the bloom of the thyme.
"The Metamorphoses of Ovid" by Publius Ovidius Naso
Perfumes were scattered amongst the people until the air was redolent with sweet odours.
"Saronia" by Richard Short
But, if Christians indeed, the sphere in which we move will, like the Bethany home, be redolent with the ointment perfume.
"Memories of Bethany" by John Ross Macduff
The whole subject is indeed of surpassing interest, and redolent with the spirit of modern scientific thought.
"The Story of the Heavens" by Robert Stawell Ball
It was a typical desert morning, redolent with sage, which the night's dew brought out strongly.
"'Me-Smith'" by Caroline Lockhart
Dusty vehicles together;
Darkies with the horses near
Tied to trees; the atmosphere
Redolent of bark and leather.
"One Day And Another: A Lyrical Eclogue – Part II" by Madison Julius Cawein
And thus the land became a Paradise,
A new-made Eden, redolent of joy,
Where beauty blossom'd under sunny skies,
And peaceful pleasure reign'd without alloy.
"A Conceit" by Walter Richard Cassels
A garden, which, all summer through,
The roses old make redolent,
And morning-glories, gay of hue,
And tansy, with its homely scent,
Is all I ask for me and you.
"Content" by Madison Julius Cawein
How rich in charm, how redolent and ripe
And fertile is the purple mood they bring!
The heroes fight again, Pan blows his pipe,
And from the sacred groves the Muses sing.
"To A Realist" by Maurice Thompson
Pleasant the orchards are, all blossomed fair;
And sweet the redolence of morning air;
And beautiful the sight, when, with the day,
Golden and crimson break the clouds away.
"Spring" by George Hannibal Temple
Oh, is it any wonder,
Devoid of blight or flaw,
The peerless blooms of Eden
Our primal mother saw
In redolent beauty before her placed
So tempted fair Eve the fruit to taste?
"Apple Blossoms" by Hattie Howard
The bronzed ducks hanging in the window are the best in Chinatown, and the pork strips redolent of star anise, plain pale scallion chicken, and further charcuterie are scarcely less excellent.
Every now and then you read a novel that seems positively redolent of old libraries, paying homage to book learning and deep thinking.
Want to learn to characterize coffee beans' flavor as redolent of peanut brittle, cocoa or wet hay.
Also, somewhere along the line, the Tea Party stars appear to have been taught that effective speechmaking requires regular incantation of swaggery little jabs of a "Make My Day" redolence.
And despite the rise of abstraction and its progeny a century ago, artists are still drawn to the figure as a subject redolent with possibilities.
Sniff their fragrance, redolent of gentler times.
Philippe Delesvaux's 2000 Anjou, redolent of cherries and herbs, explains Paris bistros' love affair with the region.
PORTLAND — Pity the lowly public toilet, a redolent reminder of the failure of the best minds in urban planning to address the most fundamental of daily necessities.
The jungle quest that results, while redolent of Heart of Darkness and Don Quixote, takes readers to a place entirely Millet 's own, leavened by very funny asides.
You'd like to think that the air in Astoria is redolent of moussaka and pastitsio.
PORTLAND — Pity the lowly public toilet , a redolent reminder of the failure of the best minds in urban planning to address the most fundamental of daily necessities.
Artifacts Redolent of Myth and Mystery.
James Joyce's short story "Two Gallants," published in the collection Dubliners in 1914, is wonderfully redolent of early-twentieth-century Dublin.
They are offensive, redolent with prejudice and hatred, and simply not clever or witty.
THEY were often called Lil or Lily, a moniker less redolent of a flower in its first white freshness than of the siren scent of a worldly wise broad -- especially when accompanied by a warning prefix.