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Wildwood  n.  A wild or unfrequented wood. Also used adjectively; as, wildwood flowers; wildwood echoes.






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"Wildwood" Quotes from Famous Books



... tip of balsam fir, a twig of spicy birch, if by chance you pluck the leaves of Wood-Magic and eat them, you will not know what you have done, but the enchantment of the treeland will enter your heart and the charm of the wildwood will flow through your veins. You will never get away from it. The sighing of the wind through the pine trees and the laughter of the stream in its rapids will sound through all your dreams. On beds of silken softness you will long for the sleep-song of whispering leaves above your ...
— Composition-Rhetoric • Stratton D. Brooks

... so pretty a table of contents! When you open his book the breath of the English rural year fans your cheek; the pages seem to exhale wildwood and meadow smells, as if sprigs of tansy and lavender had been shut up in the volume and forgotten. One has a sense of hawthorn hedges and wide-spreading oaks, of open lead-set lattices half hidden with honeysuckle; and distant voices of the haymakers, returning home in the rosy afterglow, fall ...
— Ponkapog Papers • Thomas Bailey Aldrich

... passed to other of my father's favorite songs, and it is highly significant to note that even in this choice of songs he generally had his way. He was the dominating force. "Sing 'Nellie Wildwood,'" he said, and they sang it.—This power of getting his will respected was due partly to his military training but more to a distinctive trait in him. He was a man of power, of decision, a natural commander ...
— A Son of the Middle Border • Hamlin Garland

... prophetic, for on that same evening the wildwood discharged upon us Milly's preordained confiscator—our fee to adjustment and order. But Alaska and not Wisconsin bore the burden of ...
— The Four Million • O. Henry

... rivers, and their blasts Have breached the broad sea-banks with stress of sea, That waves of inland and the main make war As men that mix and grapple; though his ranks Were more to number than all wildwood leaves The wind waves on the hills of all the world, Yet should the heart not faint, the head not fall, The breath not fail of Athens. Say, the Gods 740 From lips that have no more on earth to say Have told thee this the last good news or ill That I shall speak in sight ...
— Erechtheus - A Tragedy (New Edition) • Algernon Charles Swinburne

... 1728 was thus bedizened, showing a startling progress in adornment from the apron of skins and blanket of her wildwood home. ...
— Customs and Fashions in Old New England • Alice Morse Earle

... dusky, rippling cloud, while both tiny ears were pierced, the left one boasting an ivory stick about the size and shape of a cigarette, and the other a roll of red rags, which barbaric custom served only to enhance her wildwood tropic beauty. ...
— A Woman's Journey through the Philippines - On a Cable Ship that Linked Together the Strange Lands Seen En Route • Florence Kimball Russel

... "the orchard, the meadow, and deep-tangled wildwood," full of sacred memories. They fairly gloried in their dairy, the poultry yard, and garden. They were up at daylight, and with the help of a small boy from the cabins, gathered the marketing which Margaret, in her high cart, took to the hotels at the thriving village ...
— Idle Hour Stories • Eugenia Dunlap Potts

... Andy Wildwood did so. He was now in full view of the other scholars. Mr. Darrow also arose. He thrust one hand behind his long coat tails, twirling them fiercely. From the little platform that was his throne he glared down at the unabashed Andy. In his other hand he flourished ...
— Andy the Acrobat • Peter T. Harkness

... door, fast by the wildwood? Sisters and sire, did ye weep for its fall? Where is the mother that looked on my childhood? And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than all? O my sad heart! long abandoned by pleasure, Why did it dote on a fast-fading treasure? Tears, like the rain-drop, may fall ...
— The World's Best Poetry, Volume 8 • Various

... for thy gentle face, Sweetest of all the wildwood race! O flower, at once ideal and essence, Why stayest thou ...
— Song-waves • Theodore H. Rand

... architectural details, such as porticoes or columns, were introduced, these dropped the old designs of "pointed" style or battlements, and took on the classic or the high Renaissance that ornaments the facade of Pavia's Certosa. One by one the wildwood flowers receded before the advance of civilisation, very much as those in the veritable land are wont to do, and their place was taken by a verdure as rich as the South could produce, with heavy ...
— The Tapestry Book • Helen Churchill Candee

... last farewell look at the wildwood grave which he was never to see again, he rode away ...
— Jack North's Treasure Hunt - Daring Adventures in South America • Roy Rockwood

... sweeter, wholesomer, than a wildwood unspoiled by man, and few spots are more disgusting than a "piggy" camp, with slops thrown everywhere, empty cans and broken bottles littering the ground, and organic refuse left festering in the ...
— Scouting For Girls, Official Handbook of the Girl Scouts • Girl Scouts

... revelation of humanity under aspects and influences hitherto unobserved by the ripe civilization of Europe. The taste which had become cloyed with endless imitations of the feudal and mediaeval pictures of Scott turned with fresh delight to such original figures—so full of sylvan power and wildwood grace—as Natty Bumppo and Uncas. European readers, too, received these sketches with an unqualified, because an ignorant admiration. We, who had better knowledge, were more critical, and could see that ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 51, January, 1862 • Various

... the wilderness three hundred years ago, has become one of the last refuges of the romantic dream and the courtly illusion, still haunted by the shades of impecunious young noblemen with velvet cloaks and feathered hats and rapiers at their hips; of delicate, high-spirited beauties braving the snowy wildwood in their silks and laces; of missionary monks, tonsured and rope-girdled, pressing with lean faces and eager eyes to plant the banner of the Church upon the shores of the West and win the fiery crown of martyrdom. Other ...
— Days Off - And Other Digressions • Henry Van Dyke

... moist and misty spring, with the pink and white columbine of the wildwood and the breath of the cellar and the incense of burning overshoes in the back yard, comes the little barefoot boy with fawn colored hair and a droop in his pantaloons. Poverty is not the grand difficulty with the little barefoot ...
— Remarks • Bill Nye

... years have passed by; its music was stilled At rattle and whirr of machinery. And the pea-fowl now screams where the mocking bird trilled, And the landscape is dead where once the heart thrilled At wildwood and picturesque scenery. The opera may boast the diva of song, To me she makes no appeal; To flute obligato my heart is still dumb, But oh! for the song and musical hum Of Ruth and ...
— The Loom of Life • Cotton Noe

... wide— The blushing pink and the meek blue-bell, The purple plumes of the prairie's pride,[49] The wild, uncultured asphodel, And the beautiful, blue-eyed violet That the Virgins call "Let-me-not forget," In gay festoons and garlands twine With the cedar sprigs[50] and the wildwood vine. So gaily the Virgins are decked and dressed, And none but a virgin may enter there; And clad is each in a scarlet vest, And a fawn-skin frock to the brown calves bare. Wild rose-buds peep from their flowing hair, And a rose half blown on the budding breast; And bright with the quills ...
— The Feast of the Virgins and Other Poems • H. L. Gordon

... departed. They four are left alone. Great evil had been plotted by the Heirs of Carrion. "Dame Sol and Dame Elvira, ye may take this for true: Here in the desert wildwood shall a mock be made of you. Today is our departure, we will leave you here behind. And in the lands of Carrion no portion shall you find. Let them hasten with these tidings to the Cid Campeador. Thus, the matter of the lion, ...
— The Lay of the Cid • R. Selden Rose and Leonard Bacon

... come back together, All ye fancies of the past, Ye days of April weather, Ye shadows that are cast By the haunted hours before! Come back, come back, my childhood; Thou art summoned by a spell From the green leaves of the wildwood, From beside the charmed well, For Red Riding-Hood, the darling, The flower ...
— Happy Days for Boys and Girls • Various

... blue-bell, The purple plumes of the prairie's pride, [49] The wild, uncultured asphodel, And the beautiful, blue-eyed violet That the Virgins call "Let-me-not-forget," In gay festoons and garlands twine With the cedar sprigs [50] and the wildwood vine. So gaily the Virgins are decked and dressed, And none but a virgin may enter there; And clad is each in a scarlet vest, And a fawn skin frock to the brown calves bare. Wild rosebuds peep from their flowing hair, And a rose half-blown ...
— Legends of the Northwest • Hanford Lennox Gordon

... round and round without finding a fairly nearby camp. Shelby was a few years older than the other two, and of a far more prudent nature. He had no dare-devil instincts, and not an overweening love of adventure. He was enjoying his trip because of the outdoor life and wildwood sports, but as for real adventure, he was content to omit it. Not from fear—Kit Shelby was as brave as any,—but he saw no ...
— The Come Back • Carolyn Wells

... Pine, The tempest driven—tempest torn— That grandly o'er the wildwood line The forest banner long has borne; And he waileth never the waning flower, For he knows no death but the storm-cloud's power. Could he have grief For a passing leaf? So strong in his might, Touched by no sorrow, Fearing no night And ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 5, November, 1863 • Various



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