Rose or nomad

Usage examples of rambler.

It was here that Ross Bland had come in his speedboat, the Rambler, after guessing that Margaret Brye had loaned her craft, the Whiskaway, to her father.

An arch of rambler roses led into the distant part of the garden towards which she was wending her way, its powdering of tiny blossoms gleaming like star clusters borrowed from the Milky Way.

Del lived a mile east and north of Lucas, in a neighborhood of post-war ramblers and cottages, all modified and remodified so many times that the area had taken on some of the charm of an English village.

Rambler, the converted Cassiopeian, talked of his home and the far-flung alliance of star groups on the other side of the line and Lex felt a glow of pride to be a member of a race which could, in so short a time, conquer so much of the galaxy.

Nash Rambler a few blocks to the Cesta Inn, a popular postgame pizza joint with beer posters in Spanish and action photos of jai alai players on the wall.

The Rambler was still parked in front of the Resource Management Office.

Surely not McGee, not that big brown loose-jointed, wirehaired beach rambler, that lazy fish-catching, girlwatching, grey-eyed iconoclastic hustler.

Had it been foretold to me some years ago that I should pass an evening with the authour of The Rambler, how should I have exulted!

The authour of The Rambler, however, may be considered, on this occasion, as the ringleader of a successful riot, though not as a skilful pyrotechnist.

There were hedges of shrub roses, ramblers climbing the ancient walls, rectangular beds of floribundas, and circular beds of hybrid tea roses.

Besides being an inn for the herdsmen and the occasional rambler, it was also a farm and a timber-station, and a whole conglomeration of low wooden buildings clung to the outer log fence that bounded its garden and paddock.

That is the fellow who made the Index to my Ramblers, and set down the name of Milton thus: Milton, MR.

Through this wood a public path made transverse ascent to the shoulder of the bill, a way little used save by Wanley ramblers in summer time.

North and west of downtown, the old neighborhoods gave way to sixties ramblers, then seventies split-level homes, then the latest upscale developments-expensive hybrid homes on lots of an acre or more.

But by this time the gay Baron d'Azan had become stout, the pillar of his neck seemed shorter because it was thicker, and the rose in his bold cheek had the purplish tint of a crimson rambler.