wreathy

She nodded and gave him her fingers and the most fetching and wreathy of smiles, and he, eager to the point of folly, added: “Oh, so do I.”

An American Tragedy 2004

And howl about the hills, and shake the wreathy spear

The AEneid Virgil 2002

And howl about the hills, and shake the wreathy spear.

The Aeneid English 70 BC-19 BC Virgil

Namely using hickory smoke not delivered from furnace pipes but welling up, up, in beautiful wreathy spirals, to reach row on row of hams and flitches -- and to be told, by a kind person who did not know she already knew, that their curing was patterned on the old English model -- curing in the smoke of great-throated stone hall chimneys.

Dishes & Beverages of the Old South Martha McCulloch-Williams

Art and literature, and wisdom and wit, adorning with a wreathy and garlandy splendour all that is noblest in mind and purest in heart!

The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 14, No. 399, Supplementary Number Various

And howl about the hills, and shake the wreathy spear

The Fourth Book of the Aeneis Vergil 1909

There sped the Susquehanna, lightly draped in a mantle of mist, which was gradually disappearing in wreathy, rose-tinted columns, as the sun shone out from above the hills.

A Run by Rail from Washington to St. Louis 1862

Beneath him seethed and boiled the tumultuous billows, their wreathy tops torn from them, and shot, in long vanishing sheets of spray, over the distracted wilderness.

Adela Cathcart, Volume 3 George MacDonald 1864

But, happily, as we and the day advanced, more wreathy lines of smoke indicated the approach of others of the fleet; and oh, good fortune! by 11 a.m. we had weathered the cape and were hove to off Hatteras Bar, waiting for the little black tug-boat that was steaming out to pilot us in.

The Civil War in America 1862

Look at those hollyhocks, like pyramids of roses; those garlands of the convolvulus major of all colours, hanging around that tall pole, like the wreathy hop-bine; those magnificent dusky cloves, breathing of the Spice Islands; those flaunting double dahlias; those splendid scarlet geraniums, and those fierce and warlike flowers the tiger-lilies.

Our Village Mary Russell Mitford 1821