When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden
Wherein I, for my part, do not like images cut out in juniper or other garden
stuff; they be for children.
is surrounded by cornfields and meadows, and beyond are great stretches of sandy heath and pine forests, and where the forests leave off the bare heath begins again; but the forests are beautiful in their lofty, pink-stemmed vastness, far overhead the crowns of softest gray-green, and underfoot a bright green wortleberry carpet, and everywhere the breathless silence; and the bare heaths are beautiful too, for one can see across them into eternity almost, and to go out on to them with one's face towards the setting sun is like going into the very presence of God.
He led the way boldly towards the other end of the garden
She went through the door and found that it was a garden
with walls all round it and that it was only one of several walled gardens
which seemed to open into one another.
With a sort of senile and passionate suspicion he groped his way to the dark back parts of the mansion, and eventually found a servants' entrance that opened on to the garden
And he took down his hat and went out into the garden
That's why, intending to be in Venice some weeks, possibly all summer, and having some literary work, some reading and writing to do, so that I must be quiet, and yet if possible a great deal in the open air-- that's why I have felt that a garden
is really indispensable.
And often, --almost continually, indeed,--since then, the bees kept coming thither, Heaven knows why, or by what pertinacious desire, for far-fetched sweets, when, no doubt, there were broad clover-fields, and all kinds of garden
growth, much nearer home than this.
At the close of the ninth Variation (Clara's favorite), she pauses, and turns toward the garden
Peter heard the little people crying everywhere that there was a human in the Gardens
after Lock-out Time, but he never thought for a moment that he was the human.
The barber's pole I successfully extracted from David's mouth, but the difficulty (not foreseen) of knowing how to dispose of a barber's pole in the Kensington Gardens
is considerable, there always being polite children hovering near who run after you and restore it to you.