Wet spongy ground

Usage examples of marsh.

They took us all over Cambridge, which he knew and loved every inch of, and led us afield through the straggling, unhandsome outskirts, bedrabbled with squalid Irish neighborhoods, and fraying off into marshes and salt meadows.

More betony and the oil of a secret plant from the marshes around Avalon.

Thus, pacing slowly, we returned to Bridgewater, where Reuben was carried to our quarters, and I bore the little maid of the marshes to kind townsfolk, who promised to restore her to her home when the troubles were over.

I left Lisa in her lab where she usually spent her Saturdays, liberated my Morgan from its expensive lodgings in the Brimmer Street Garage, and headed north, to Marsh House.

Hen said as he picked up his saddle and headed toward where Brimstone stood munching marsh hay.

Because of the foolishness of the plan, Brouse and his two cohorts were dead--slaughtered by the Draig Princes in the shadowed marshes.

The North Road ran with the Valverras Waste to the east, and the Caln Marish, a maze of fens and marshes, on its other side.

Much of it is permanent marsh, but some parts dry out in early winter, and other parts become marshland only in years of great flood.

Perhaps there would be a moory marsh on one side of the ridge, and a forest of thirty thousand acres on the other, with all the great branches weighted in white.

On the other hand, he was a good swimmer and did not fear the three-foot dwarf crocodiles found in Moru Marsh.

I could see grassy domes rising above the bronze and gold of the marsh, where Musquash was building thick and high for winter cold and spring floods.

Ayla watched the ungainly-seeming animal with the overhanging nose and large palmate antlers, still in velvet, walking into the marsh.

Later, in the dashboard locker she found a set of maps of the Pripet Marshes, a contour photogram of an armpit, and a hundred publicity stills of the screen actress.

An adept in all manly exercises and especially in horsemanship, he sometimes used to ride without stopping from Rome to Naples, a distance of forty-one leagues, passing through the forest of San Germano and the Pontine marshes heedless of brigands, although he might be alone and unarmed save for his sword and dagger.

As we walked there, a heavy feeling descended that I was being sucked into a bottomless black pool in the isolated wastes of the Pontine Marshes.