Yellow with time it is, This letter on which I look; But up from it comes a perfume That stabs me still to the heart; And suddenly, at the odour, Through a ghost-like mist I know Rapture and love and wild regret When Life, and You, went by.
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
Inside, the church is old and dim, and filled with a faint odour of age.
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty
And I would be in bad odour with them and the community.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey