"Why, I owe at least a dozen pickled
limes, and I can't pay them, you know, till I have money, for Marmee forbade my having anything charged at the shop."
However, the green
limes that I gathered were not only pleasant to eat, but very wholesome; and I mixed their juice afterwards with water, which made it very wholesome, and very cool and refreshing.
Here you've thousands of
limes, and each would make two good bundles of bark.
It had a small park, with a fine old oak here and there, and an avenue of
limes towards the southwest front, with a sunk fence between park and pleasure-ground, so that from the drawing-room windows the glance swept uninterruptedly along a slope of greensward till the
limes ended in a level of corn and pastures, which often seemed to melt into a lake under the setting sun.
It was a wood of beeches and
limes, with here and there a light silver-stemmed birch--just the sort of wood most haunted by the nymphs: you see their white sunlit limbs gleaming athwart the boughs, or peeping from behind the smooth- sweeping outline of a tall
lime; you hear their soft liquid laughter--but if you look with a too curious sacrilegious eye, they vanish behind the silvery beeches, they make you believe that their voice was only a running brooklet, perhaps they metamorphose themselves into a tawny squirrel that scampers away and mocks you from the topmost bough.
The two
lime merchants, with their escort, entered the dominions of Miss Abbey Potterson, to whom their escort (presenting them and their pretended business over the half-door of the bar, in a confidential way) preferred his figurative request that 'a mouthful of fire' might be lighted in Cosy.
These shells are associated with much common salt, a little sulphate of
lime (both probably left by the evaporation of the spray, as the land slowly rose), together with sulphate of soda and muriate of
lime.
By the hideous prison-wall, And a little heap of burning
lime,
Mr Plornish picked a bit of
lime out of his whisker, put it between his lips, turned it with his tongue like a sugar-plum, considered, found himself unequal to the task of lucid explanation, and appealing to his wife, said, 'Sally, you may as well mention how it was, old woman.'
Through their veil Archer caught the glint of the
Lime Rock, with its white-washed turret and the tiny house in which the heroic light-house keeper, Ida Lewis, was living her last venerable years.
One day when she was pacing to and fro under the
lime trees, a black crow hopped out of a rose-bush in front of her.
When that that is come and gone, England build houses of
lime and stone, For after wars shall you have none.