summer-night

I went back to the night in the park; I mentioned the medicated draught — why it was given — its goading effect — how it had torn rest from under my head, shaken me from my couch, carried me abroad with the lure of a vivid yet solemn fancy — a summer-night solitude on turf, under trees, near a deep, cool lakelet.

Villette 2003

The sight, for instance, of the cover of a book which has been read spins from the character of its title the moonbeams of a distant summer-night.

Time Regained 2003

The sweetness, too, of the summer-night air, after the shut-upness of the stuffy room.

Growing Pains 2003

It had seemed such a large place a few minutes before, and now it was packed, warm with summer-night odors of sachet and cologne water and hair pomade and burning bayberry candles, fragrant with flowers, faintly dusty as many feet trod the old drill floors.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

When the night was still, it was too still—as though the tree frogs, katydids and sleepy mockingbirds were too frightened to raise their voices in the usual summer-night chorus.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

When the night was still, it was too still—as though the tree frogs, katydids and sleepy mockingbirds were too frightened to raise their voices in the usual summer-night chorus.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

It had seemed such a large place a few minutes before, and now it was packed, warm with summer-night odors of sachet and cologne water and hair pomade and burning bayberry candles, fragrant with flowers, faintly dusty as many feet trod the old drill floors.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

When the night was still, it was too still—as though the tree frogs, katydids and sleepy mockingbirds were too frightened to raise their voices in the usual summer-night chorus.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

When the night was still, it was too still—as though the tree frogs, katydids and sleepy mockingbirds were too frightened to raise their voices in the usual summer-night chorus.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996

It had seemed such a large place a few minutes before, and now it was packed, warm with summer-night odors of sachet and cologne water and hair pomade and burning bayberry candles, fragrant with flowers, faintly dusty as many feet trod the old drill floors.

Gone with the Wind Margaret Mitchell 1996