1 I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt.
2 It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beautiful flowers and verdure.
3 We walked round the ruined garden twice or thrice more, and it was all in bloom for me.
4 Mr. Barkis rubbed his cheek with his cuff, and then looked at his cuff as if he expected to find some of the bloom upon it; but made no other acknowledgement of the compliment.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 8. MY HOLIDAYS. ESPECIALLY ONE HAPPY AFTERNOON 5 Well, the sight of me is good for sore eyes, as the Scotch say,' replied Steerforth, 'and so is the sight of you, Daisy, in full bloom.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 28. Mr. MICAWBER'S GAUNTLET 6 Now, the Common where I walk with Dora is all in bloom, a field of bright gold; and now the unseen heather lies in mounds and bunches underneath a covering of snow.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 43. ANOTHER RETROSPECT 7 She was like a fine flower, already past its bloom and without fragrance, though the petals were still unwithered.
8 The light air seemed full of powdered gold; below the dewy bloom of the lawns the woodlands blushed and smouldered, and the hills across the river swam in molten blue.
9 And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses.
10 But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnation of their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens.
11 After the apple and cherry trees broke into bloom, we ran about under them, hunting for the new nests the birds were building, throwing clods at each other, and playing hide-and-seek with Nina.
12 In summer, when they were in bloom, he used to sit there with his friend that played the trombone.
13 They looked to be strange war flowers bursting into fierce bloom.
14 It was not a face in its first bloom; she was a woman five and thirty years of age.
15 He was in the full bloom and pride of beadlehood; his cocked hat and coat were dazzling in the morning sun; he clutched his cane with the vigorous tenacity of health and power.