Over Meadowy holms And alders, garden aisles."
"A Vanished Hand"
Sarah Doudney
When Enoch Arden came back from his desert island, "He like a lover down through all his blood Drew in the dewy, Meadowy morning breath Of England, blown across her ghostly wall."
"Views and Reviews"
Henry James
Blaze the mountains in the windless autumn Frost-clear, blue-nooned, apple-ripening days; Faintly fragrant in the farther valleys Smoke of many bonfires swells the haze; Fair-bound cattle Plod with lowing up the Meadowy ways.
"Hillsboro People"
Dorothy Canfield