It caught the drops hanging on the ferns that fringed the water, and turned them into twinkling diamonds.
"A Little Bush Maid" by Mary Grant Bruce
Does water think or feel when it runs into frost-ferns upon a window pane?
"Is Life Worth Living?" by William Hurrell Mallock
Then there was a lovely road along Moffat Water, with a succession of wild green dells and hillsides cleft with fern-choked ravines.
"The Heather-Moon" by C. N. Williamson and A. M. Williamson
Ferns grew all about the pool of water below, and Rose and Vi and Margy gathered a lot of these to carry home to Mother Bunker.
"Six Little Bunkers at Cowboy Jack's" by Laura Lee Hope
Priest Aubry, more used to the cobble pavement of Paris than to the tangle of ferns, grows fatigued and drinks at a fresh-water rill.
"Canada: the Empire of the North" by Agnes C. Laut
Giuseppe prodded and pushed along the fern-grown banks until the keel jolted against the water-steps.
"Jerry" by Jean Webster
Our path through the park led us near the lake, and I glanced sorrowfully at its calm waters and fern-fringed border.
"At the Point of the Sword" by Herbert Hayens
Does water think or feel when it runs into frost-ferns upon a window-pane?
"Fragments of science, V. 1-2" by John Tyndall
Mrs Morgan was in the garden watering her favourite ferns when her husband returned home to dinner on the day of Mr Wodehouse's death.
"The Perpetual Curate" by Mrs [Margaret] Oliphant
It was a large, airy place, with a little spring and a pool of clear water, overhung with ferns.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson" by Robert Louis Stevenson
O'er these the water foam'd and splash'd
In many a whirl and turn,
Or from moss'd outlets peep'd and dash'd
To kiss a wander'd fern.
"A Walk To Pamphy Linns" by Alexander Anderson
And they marvel at her blonde tresses
And braid them with scented fern;
And they lave her dusty, brown ankles
With snow water from the burn.
"Adventure" by Laura Benet
And o'er the whirling water there
A dragonfly its shuttle plied,
Where wild a fern let down its hair,
And leaned to see the water's pride —
"The Speckled Trout" by Madison Julius Cawein
And wildly through uncurling ferns
Fast water turns down valleys singing,
Filling with scented winds the dales,
Setting the bells of sleep a-ringing.
"The Lanawn Shee" by Francis Ledwidge
Soft wind rustles the leaves, and brightly
Wavers the light on the ferns and trees;
Water-ripples are laughing lightly,
Played upon by the sun and breeze.
"Middle Harbour" by John Le Gay Brereton
He calls me where the waters run
Through fronding ferns where wades the hern;
And, sparkling in the equal sun,
Song leans above her brimming urn,
And dreams the dreams that love shall learn.
"The Wind Of Spring" by Madison Julius Cawein
The "First Dragonfly this Summer" emerges from its winter-water wetsuit as a nymph to take flight and enjoy the summer at the Fern Ridge Wildlife Area in Lane County, Oregon.
Lagoons gummed with water fern.
A crew works to expose and repair a water line break at South Main and Fern streets Tuesday night.
Fern Lake Fire engaged from above Monday with over 17,000 gallons of water dropped by helicopters.