Three thousand mares of his the marish grazed, Each suckling with delight her tender foal.
"The Iliad of Homer" by Homer
Or down to the measureless sea-flood, and the mountain marish drear?
"The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs" by William Morris
About them coiled long wreaths of vine, And slim lianas drooped, and marish lichens fine.
"Lilith" by Ada Langworthy Collier
Some thinke the Hasell would haue a chanily rocke, and the sallow, and eller a waterish marish.
"A New Orchard And Garden" by William Lawson
Also persisted the singing voice that had drawn him safely out of his marish visions.
"Fire Mountain" by Norman Springer
Early the next morning we mounted the hill along a wooden footway, bridging one marish spot after another.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Beatrice picked her way cautiously toward a straggling bluff, for the ponds along its edge had overflowed and the ground was marish.
"Harding of Allenwood" by Harold Bindloss
Strange emotions all tangled up with turbulent, night-marish impressions scrambled through Dollie Meredith's pretty head in garish disorder.
"The Chase of the Golden Plate" by Jacques Futrelle
Langley Marish, Berkshire: R.O.
"The Agrarian Problem in the Sixteenth Century" by Richard Henry Tawney
His grandson George, 5th earl marishal (c. 1553-1623), was one of the most cultured men of his time.
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 15, Slice 6" by Various
From pool to pool it prattles by;
The flashing swallows dip and pass,
Above the tufted marish grass,
And here at rest am I.
"In May" by Archibald Lampman
A moorish tower of yellow stone
Shadowed that river-bridge, o'ergrown
With lichen and the marish moss --
Forward the stripling rode to cross:
"Legend Of Seville" by Alice Cary
"With dry dead moss and marish weeds
His fire the western herdsman feeds,
And greener from the ashen plain
The sweet spring grasses rise again.
"The Chapel of the Hermits" by John Greenleaf Whittier
So the Gosherd he drave his geese to the cote,
And began, forthwith, to wander
Over the marish so wild and remote,
In search for the old stray gander.
"The Gosherd Of Croyland" by Thomas Cooper