fabling

Faces and feces were her fecundity, the source of unfettered fabling.

Potato Mash Finnegan Flawnt 2009

Faces and feces were her fecundity, the source of unfettered fabling.

Potato Mash 2009

While I am generally leery of fabling of this sort, I did very much like Mordecai Gerstein's THE OLD COUNTRY as did my nine-year-old students.

Whither Jackie Paper? Roger Sutton 2006

But of that cathedral nothing is now left but a heap of fragments, and a stone, on which, fabling tradition says, Henry II. was reconciled to the

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 105, July 1866 Various

Perhaps the Martians yearn toward earth, romantically, poetically, the Romeos swearing by its light to the Juliets; the idealists and philosophers fabling that already there exists upon it an ALMOST PERFECT STATE — and now and then a wan prophet lifting his heart to its gleams, as a cup to be filled from Heaven with fresh waters of hope and courage.

The Almost Perfect State 1921

Perhaps the Martians yearn toward earth, romantically, poetically, the Romeos swearing by its light to the Juliets; the idealists and philosophers fabling that already there exists upon it an ALMOST PERFECT STATE—and now and then a wan prophet lifting his heart to its gleams, as a cup to be filled from Heaven with fresh waters of hope and courage.

The Almost Perfect State 1921

Long of old, the Greeks fancied Delphi the navel of the earth, in their favorite mode of fabling the earth to be an animal.

III. English Traits. Land 1909

In the drawing-room (I hope you have firm confidence in my truth, or you will now certainly think I am fabling) there is a fuchsia sixteen feet high, trained to a dead

Maria Edgeworth 1905

` ` I think him worthy of the greatest praise for the many new and true observations which he has made, to the disgrace of so many vain and fabling authors. ''

A History of Science: in Five Volumes. Volume II: The Beginnings of Modern Science 1904

Down at this end of the fair field congregate the three-year-olds and two-year-olds; they pierce the air with their infant squeals and neighs, they stamp, and glare, and strike attitudes with absurd statuesqueness, while their owners sit on a bank above them, playing them like fish on the end of a long rope, and fabling forth their perfections with tireless fancy.

All on the Irish Shore Irish Sketches Martin Ross 1903