Down by the pond, frogs were singing their night songs and the sky was filled with bright stars.
Why don't I pack a lunch so we can go down to the pond for a picnic?
Can't you just picture them swimming around on that pond, ducking their heads gracefully to feed.
"Even more so when you bathe in the pond," Quinn quipped.
Large windows framed a picturesque pond, boarded by tall pines.
Around the tree by the pond, daffodils tipped their trumpets away from the light breeze.
The surface of the pond was as smooth as glass, reflecting a small fluffy cloud as it floated across the inky sky.
Walking a path that led to the pond, he found the distinct smell of human.
She baited the hook and threw it in the pond, watching as tiny waves rippled out from the bobber and gently lapped at the grassy shore.
From the lip of the pond, the panoramic scene was breathtaking.
He stooped to rinse his hands in the pond and smiled up at her.
Below, the pond glistened in the evening heat, as if winking up at her.
The big oak tree leaned over the pond with outstretched arms, as if ready to capture a catfish.
A fish flopped in the pond, probably avoiding a snapping turtle, and water raced over rocks in the creek below.
Josh squatted beside her, eyeing the pond with a sour expression.
The stock pond stared up at her coldly from the tawny pasture like a huge eye, the ice-covered edges surrounding a deep blue iris.
The ducks flapped their wings and splashed across the pond, finally becoming airborne.
They crossed the field, stopping at the pond when Jonathan insisted on watching the wild ducks.
She locked the bison out of the pasture surrounding the pond and joined the men by the footbridge.
In June 1835 Airy was appointed Astronomer Royal in succession to John Pond, and thus commenced that long career of wisely directed and vigorously sustained industry at the national observatory which, even more perhaps than his investigations in abstract science or theoretical astronomy, constitutes his chief title to fame.
It embraces over 10,000 acres, including the Blue Hill reservation (about 5000 acres), the highest land in eastern Massachusetts, a beautiful reservation of forest, crag and pond known as Middlesex Fells, two large beach bath reservations on the harbour at Revere and Hull (Nantasket), and the boating section of the Charles river.
Desirous of proving to himself and others that man could be as independent of this kind as the nest-building bird, Thoreau retired to a hut of his own construction on the pine-slope over against the shores of Walden Pond - a but which he built, furnished and kept in order entirely by the labour of his own hands.
Through the centre of the township winds the Aberjona river, which empties into Mystic Pond, in Winchester township, both favourite resorts for canoeing, &c. Wedge Pond and Winter Pond, in the centre of the township, are clear and beautiful sheets of water.
Sometimes a daring little fish slips between my fingers, and often a pond-lily presses shyly against my hand.
For many years Red Farm, by King Philip's Pond, the home of Mr. J. E. Chamberlin and his family, was my home.
Simpson, that is my brother, brought me some beautiful pond lilies yesterday--he is a very brother to me.
Some one balances the toboggan on the very crest of the hill, while we get on, and when we are ready, off we dash down the side of the hill in a headlong rush, and, leaping a projection, plunge into a snow-drift and go swimming far across the pond at a tremendous rate!...
It was a pleasant hillside where I worked, covered with pine woods, through which I looked out on the pond, and a small open field in the woods where pines and hickories were springing up.
The ice in the pond was not yet dissolved, though there were some open spaces, and it was all dark-colored and saturated with water.
I took down this dwelling the same morning, drawing the nails, and removed it to the pond-side by small cartloads, spreading the boards on the grass there to bleach and warp back again in the sun.
They looked in the pond and at the flowers, and improved their time.
Still the cannon balls continued regularly to whistle and flop onto the ice and into the water and oftenest of all among the crowd that covered the dam, the pond, and the bank.
The house lay behind a newly dug pond filled with water to the brink and with banks still bare of grass.
The small, muddy, green pond had risen visibly more than a foot, flooding the dam, because it was full of the naked white bodies of soldiers with brick-red hands, necks, and faces, who were splashing about in it.
Everywhere on the bank, on the dam, and in the pond, there was healthy, white, muscular flesh.