The water fell off a ledge like lead--like a chain with thick white links.

The train ran out into a steep green meadow, and Jacob saw striped tulips growing and heard a bird singing, in Italy.
A motor car full of Italian officers ran along the flat road and kept up with the train, raising dust behind it.

There were trees laced together with vines--as Virgil said.

Here was a station; and a tremendous leave-taking going on, with women in high yellow boots and odd pale boys in ringed socks.

Virgil's bees had gone about the plains of Lombardy.