With hot heart I took the green
winding path, and presently came the little grassy glade, and the bubbling crystal well, and the hut of wattled boughs, and, looking through the open door of the hut, I saw a lovely girl lying asleep in her golden hair.
He of the green
gaban was filled with astonishment at Don Quixote's argument, so much so that he began to abandon the notion he had taken up about his being crazy.
The scene I had witnessed seemed to mark the defeat and annihilation of the forces of a kindred people, rather than the routing by our green
warriors of a horde of similar, though unfriendly, creatures.
Then I stopped once more, for the crawling multitude of crabs had disappeared, and the red beach, save for its livid green
liverworts and lichens, seemed lifeless.
Then Violet hung the wreath above the throne, and with weary foot went forth again, out into the cold, dark gardens, and still the golden shadows followed her, and wherever they fell, flowers bloomed and green
The next morning, as soon as the sun was up, they started on their way, and soon saw a beautiful green
glow in the sky just before them.
Even without the glossy green
hide and the metal ornaments which denoted the tribes to which they belonged, I would have known them on the instant for what they were, for where else in all the universe is their like duplicated?
At first I could see nothing, but presently I caught a glimpse of a bit of smooth and glossy green
moving among the scarlet and purple and yellow of the vegetation.
They went through the muddy village, past threshing floors and green
fields of winter rye, downhill where snow still lodged near the bridge, uphill where the clay had been liquefied by the rain, past strips of stubble land and bushes touched with green
here and there, and into a birch forest growing on both sides of the road.
The harness was still upon the body of the huge Martian mount, and Carthoris could not doubt but that this was the very animal upon which the green
warrior had borne away Thuvia of Ptarth.
The time of Elizabeth was only distant from the present time by a moment of space compared with the ages which had passed since the water had run between those banks, and the green
thickets swarmed there, and the small trees had grown to huge wrinkled trees in solitude.
At length a high wall of green
stone, studded thick with emeralds, loomed up before them; and fearing the Saw-Horse would not know enough to stop and so might smash them both against this wall, Jack ventured to cry "Whoa