Each one had its green yard in front, its rose-bushes and lilacs.
We walked down to the Place Saint-Michel to buy some lilacs.
Beyond the lilacs was a small garden, or rather a series of small gardens.
The blossom was out on the lilacs in the square, and all the windows were open.
I remember the scent of the lilacs––I remember the dusk––the starlit sky.
She would go into the Park presently, and look at the tulips and lilacs.
The air was fragrant with the perfume of lilacs and apple-blooms.
Through the shutters came the smell of lilacs, the sorceries of spring.
She was as flower-like as the lilacs themselves—she belonged to them; she was exquisite.
Diana laid the lilacs on the table, and drew the girl into her arms.