I have kissed your olive wreath, where it hangs above our altar at home.
It was twined of Olympic olive leaves and Apollo's own laurel.
Garnish each fillet with a Spanish olive stuffed with anchovy.
Now, having gone through the fruit course––and is not the olive a fruit?
But the fusillade had begun afresh, this time on the left, in the olive plantations.
After a month he wanted all the cooking done with olive oil.
During three successive years the olive harvest was an abundant one.
I have corn and olive trees, I have almond trees and vines and land, like any bourgeois.
Then there is the olive, and the mulberry for serici-culture.
This should consist of half a pint of olive oil, two ounces of white wax, and three drams of the sugar of lead finely powdered.