"Palm" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... is Zarem, Love's star, the glory of the harem? Pallid and sad no praise she hears, Deaf to all sounds of joy her ears, Downcast with grief, her youthful form Yields like the palm tree to the storm, Fair Zarem's dreams of bliss are o'er, Her loved ...
— The Bakchesarian Fountain and Other Poems • Alexander Pushkin and other authors
... I tell you again." In motion graceful as nature the woman extended her hand, palm upward, on the polished desk top. "How could we be other than right? What do we mean by right, anyway? Is there any judge higher than our individual selves, and don't they tell us pleasure is the chief aim of life and as ...
— A Breath of Prairie and other stories • Will Lillibridge
... feet. Below 3000 feet is scrub forest, the only really valuable product being bamboo. The hills in the north-western districts of the Panjab and N.W.F. Province, when nature is allowed to have its way, are covered with low scrub including in some parts a dwarf palm (Nannorhops Ritchieana), useful for mat making, and with a taller, but scantier growth of phulahi (Acacia modesta) and wild olive. What remains of the scrub and grass jangal of the plains is to be found chiefly in the Bar tracts between the Sutlej and the ...
— The Panjab, North-West Frontier Province, and Kashmir • Sir James McCrone Douie
... and the Assyrian kings more than once speak of cutting them down or using them in their buildings at Nineveh. But south of the Lebanon forest trees were scarce; the terebinth was so unfamiliar a sight in the landscape as to become an object of worship or a road-side mark. Even the palm grew only on the sea-coast or in the valley of the Jordan, and the tamarisk and sycamore were ...
— Patriarchal Palestine • Archibald Henry Sayce
... sharp eyes toward the East. And out of the East, said rumor, this new opera came. Surely it would bring with it a breath of that exquisite air which prevails where the sands lift their golden crests, the creaking rustle of palm trees, the silence of the naked spaces where God lives without man, the chatter, the cries, the tinkling stream voices ...
— The Way of Ambition • Robert Hichens
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