Then it was that a young man, with a face shining with sorrow, vaulted lightly over the Mossed fence and dipped down the green path, among the shadows and the toadstools and the silence.
"The Worshipper of the Image"
Richard Le Gallienne
For all we remembered, the weed-grown, green-Mossed gravel-paths of the sort of bewildered garden that remained, with its quenched fountain, its vases of dead or dying plants, and its dishevelled shrubbery, were what had always been; and it was of such a charm that we were gratefully content with it.
"Roman Holidays and Others"
W. D. Howells
By a Mossed brookbank on a stone I smelt a wildweed flower alone; There was a ringing in my ears, And both my eyes gushed out with tears.
"The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson"
Alfred Lord Tennyson