honey-laden

The city treasury and the city treasurer were like a honey-laden hive and a queen bee around which the drones — the politicians — swarmed in the hope of profit.

The Financier 2004

The atmosphere was dark and heavy, cloying with the sweetness of exotic, honey-laden flowers.

Web of the Romulans M. S. Murdock 1990

That line of bee-hives by the sweet-pea hedge shows where they store their treasure that men may rob them of it, but out on the uplands where the heather is purple, the wild bees hum in and out of the honey-laden bells and carry home their spoils to their own free fastnesses, from which none can drive them unless there comes a foray against them from the brown men of the moors.

A Book of Myths Jeanie Lang

The intense restfulness of Copthorne Farm, the fragrance of the air, the softness of the carpet beneath his feet, the cattle browsing in verdant pastures, and the murmur of those winged and drowsy honey-laden workers from the meadows, make a picture which will never pass from his mind.

When the Birds Begin to Sing Harold Piffard

When I think of the bees I have seen coming back to the hive, honey-laden, in the golden light of setting suns, when I was a boy at home, a feeling comes over me as though I had lived in paradise and been driven forth into a bleak world.

Education and the Higher Life J. L. Spalding

Wild creepers flaunt their red and gold from the treetops, and the bumblebees and humming-birds make common cause in rifling the honey-laden trumpets.

The Song of the Cardinal 1915

Opposite the sumac, the black bass, with gamy spring, snapped up, before it struck the water, every luckless, honey-laden insect that fell from the feast of sweets in a blossom-whitened wild crab.

The Song of the Cardinal 1915

It ought to be our provincial flower, too, because of its insignia of office – five spurs, and to each its honey-laden sepals.

Janey Canuck in the West Emily Ferguson 1910

Butterflies zigzagged past, and honey-laden bees sped by like express trains.

Under Sealed Orders 1910

Look at that painted butterfly swinging on the honey-laden catkin there.

Gulliver of Mars 1905