1 These twin lines of somber trees were his, his the abandoned lawn, waist high in weeds under white-starred young magnolia trees.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER III 2 His convalescence was a long one and he lay quietly looking out of the window at the magnolias and causing very little trouble to anyone.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XXX 3 No, they fought for swelling acres, softly furrowed by the plow, for pastures green with stubby cropped grass, for lazy yellow rivers and white houses that were cool amid magnolias.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XXV 4 There were no birds twittering outside her window and even the noisy family of mockers who had lived among the harshly rustling leaves of the magnolia for generations had no song that day.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XXVI 5 But the flat, squashed look of the place was partly redeemed by the two fine old oaks which shaded it and a dusty- leaved magnolia, splotched with white blossoms, standing beside the front steps.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XLI 6 The mockingbirds and the jays, engaged in their old feud for possession of the magnolia tree beneath her window, were bickering, the jays strident, acrimonious, the mockers sweet voiced and plaintive.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER V 7 A deep silence fell on the crowd, so deep that the harsh whisper of the wind in the magnolia leaves came clear to their ears and the far-off repetitious note of a mockingbird sounded unendurably loud and sad.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XL 8 Every morning she woke up and for a drowsy moment she was Scarlett O'Hara again and the sun was bright in the magnolia outside her window and the mockers were singing and the sweet smell of frying bacon was stealing to her nostrils.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER VII 9 Instead, I see Twelve Oaks and remember how the moonlight slants across the white columns, and the unearthly way the magnolias look, opening under the moon, and how the climbing roses make the side porch shady even at the hottest noon.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XI 10 The wistaria tumbling over the verandas showed bright against the whitewashed brick, and it joined with the pink crepe myrtle bushes by the door and the white-blossomed magnolias in the yard to disguise some of the awkward lines of the house.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER III 11 For a timeless moment she stood there and in the still hot hush of the summer morning every irrelevant sound and scent seemed magnified, the quick thudding of her heart, like a drumbeat, the slight rough rustling of the magnolia leaves, the far-off plaintive sound of a swamp bird and the sweet smell of the flowers outside the window.
Gone With The Wind By Margaret MitcheGet Context In CHAPTER XXVI