Friedrich Graevenitz stood leaning against the pillar by the entrance to the parterre, looking handsome and sombre.
"A German Pompadour" by Marie Hay
What these are, I know not; unless they are the cuts of parterres, which were omitted in the first edition.
"On the Portraits of English Authors on Gardening," by Samuel Felton
The window looked out into a square parterre, shut in with tall laurel hedges, and filled with the gayest and sweetest blossoms.
"Hopes and Fears scenes from the life of a spinster" by Charlotte M. Yonge
She was just hastening to a parterre, gay with roses, to rifle some of its sweets, when the old gentleman came panting hard upon her track.
"Flora Lyndsay" by Susan Moodie
She had been sewing for a time, and now, feeling a want of relaxation, she went to her parterre.
"The Silver Lining" by John Roussel
Even the forest that bordered and enclosed this little parterre was a forest of flowering-trees.
"The Quadroon" by Mayne Reid
She was going to have a parterre of her own, according to a plan she had been secretly maturing.
"The Golden House" by Mrs. Woods Baker
The garden, compared to the great, sweeping lawns and lovely parterres of Meredith Manor, was insignificant.
"The School Queens" by L. T. Meade
A holly tree, in the adjoining parterre, caught my eye.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume VI" by Various
Sometimes these roofs seemed parterres of flowers ... broad terraced gardens laid out between the buildings.
"The Story of Extinct Civilizations of the West" by Robert E. Anderson
This civil bickering and debate
The goddess chanced to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.
"The Lily And The Rose" by William Cowper
Another age shall see the golden ear
Embrown the slope, and nod on the parterre,
Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann'd,
And laughing Ceres reassume the land.
"Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle," by Alexander Pope
On life's broad plain the ploughman's conquering share
Upturned the fallow lands of truth anew,
And o'er the formal garden's trim parterre
The peasant's team a ruthless furrow drew.
"Wordsworth's Grave" by William Watson
I envied then the favored breeze
That dallied with your flowing hair,
Begrudged the songsters in the trees
And longed to be a flow'ret fair--
Some favorite blossom like heartease--
Within your miniature parterre.
"Supplicating" by Hattie Howard
"O Lady Nora," says the goddess Flora,
"I've many a rich and bright parterre;
In Brady's towers there's seven more flowers,
But you're the fairest lady there:
Not all the county, nor Ireland's bounty,
Can projuice a treasure that's half so fair!"
"The Rose Of Flora" by William Makepeace Thackeray