floweret

My Spring is gone, however, but it has left me that French floweret on my hands, which, in some moods, I would fain be rid of.

Within the past two weeks three landscapes and an allegorical painting had sold for good prices; and under the influence of success he expanded like an opening floweret. When Epstein, the agent, wrote to say that the allegory had been purchased by a Glasgow plutocrat of the name of Bates for one hundred and sixty guineas, Sellers' views on Philistines and their crass materialism and lack of taste underwent a marked modification.

Dubai-based Auris Group of Hotels has announced their new floweret in Al Barsha 1 Dubai -- Auris Inn Assma Hotel, a four-star property owned by renowned businessman and investor Adel Noori Jaber.

[O]ut of the purple hangs the delicate pink rag of a floweret. Also there are very lovely and choice cream-coloured orchids, with brown spots on the long and delicate lip.

Petrarca's most frequently used mark is the floweret, formed by two, three, or four little points from which a stroke descends, of varying length, straight or wavy, followed by a small hand with the index finger pointing toward a place in the text that is worthy of interest and, to a lesser extent, by small figures that frame some notes with an exquisitely decorative or, in certain cases, practical aim (as, for example, the frames of Pliny, Par.

It came, a floweret bright, amid the cold of winter, when half spent was the night ...

First line: The hawthorne was blowing, young floweret's were gay.

For example, in "The Keepsake" the Sara Hutchinson figure is associated with the foxglove, which "Sheds its loose purple bells" (4) and with "the Forget-me-not," that "blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook" (12).

Its striking purplish-pink flowerets are beautifully fragrant, it bears bronzed and green foliage over summer, and it has edible deep-purple autumn fruits.

Add 4 cups broccoli flowerets and pieces and 1 red bell pepper, seeded and cut into strips, tossing and stirring constantly for 3 minutes.

Bao-chai sat for some time silently contemplating a spray of cassia she had picked, then, leaning over the railings and idly plucking off the flowerets, dropped them one by one into the water and watched the fish swim up from below and nibble at them with plopping noises as they floated on the surface.