Sentence examples for fine fruits from inspiring English sources
Our visiting national politicos might also learn a thing about the fine fruits of compromise.
Asyūṭ's quality textiles and the fine fruits and grain grown nearby were exported southward to Darfur and elsewhere in the Sudan.
Unable to ignore the first fine fruits of Italy, the "Roman Elegies" written immediately after Goethe's return, he asserts against the clear run of the text that "present love cannot be shown", that belief in a "poetry of possession" is an illusion.
For Kore was carried off by Pluto, that is, the sun going; down beneath the earth at seed-time; but Dionysus begins to sprout according to the conditions of the power which, while young, is hidden beneath the earth, yet produces fine fruits, and is an ally of the power in the blossom symbolized by Attis, and of the cutting of the ripened corn symbolized by Adonis.
On the table, a variety of food has been brought: fine fruit, elegant flasks.
His new bakery specializes in European and American pastries, from croissants and fine fruit tarts to cupcakes and chocolate chip cookies.
A measured flow of gentle summer rain allows the fruit to swell happily and abundantly; a monsoon on the other hand leaves blossom drowned and droopy, unlikely to produce fine fruit.
But the detective story proper bore its really fine fruit in the middle of the nineteenth century, when Poe communicated to M. Dupin something of his own ratiocinative intensity and when Dickens invested his plots with a social and moral significance that made the final solution of the mystery a revelatory symbol of something that the author wanted seriously to say.
Over the past few years we have been using bergamot in the restaurants for cocktails; the actual bergamot orange is a fine fruit that is grown in southern Italy and is a member of the citrus family, but is more well known for flavouring Earl Grey tea than appearing in cocktails.
One of the few pleasures that Fowles recalls his father indulging in was the exacting maintenance of apple and pear trees in the small backyard of his suburban home — trees that yielded fine fruit but that Fowles sees as the product of a domineering human interference, his father's wish to "direct their growth and determine their future".
The woman on whom I based the character of Mma Potokwani, a splendid lady - also of traditional build - was in real life a great baker of fine fruit cake which she offered visitors to the orphanage of which she was the matron.
