BBC. Blackadder, season 1 (song lyrics, first stanza)
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Everything was quiet in the small glade except for the faint rush of wind through the leaves of the rowan tree. I closed my eyes and listened to it for some time.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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The place fixed on for the stand-shooting was not far above a stream in a little aspen copse. On reaching the copse, Levin got out of the trap and led Oblonsky to a corner of a mossy, swampy glade, already quite free from snow.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (Translated by Constance Garnett)
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the whole anchorage had fallen into shadow—the last rays, I remember, falling through a glade of the wood and shining bright as jewels on the flowery mantle of the wreck.