moss-grown造句

Every 48)decayed stump and 49)moss-grown stone and rail, and the dead leaves of autumn, are concealed by a clean napkin of snow.

Every 48 decayed stump and 49 moss-grown stone and rail, and the dead leaves of autumn, are concealed by a clean napkin of snow. In the bare fields and 50 tinkling woods, see what virtue survives.

"Now moss-grown, crumbling to decay, and melancholy at heart with the many sorrowful or joyful occurrences, remembered or forgotten, that have happened, and passed away, within their dusky chambers."