1
The bees go out in the morning to gather the honey from the morning-glories.
2
Naturally enough, the Canadian wished to gather the honey, and I could not well oppose his wish.
3
They gather the honey from flowers.
4
It brought the bees from far, far away to gather the honey, and all the little bushes were very happy indeed.
5
Thus to gather the honey of happiness from her own abasement was a further degradation, compared with which she could now almost respect herself.
6
It is only through woe that we are taught to reflect, and we gather the honey of worldly wisdom, not from flowers, but thorns.
7
They were well smoked, however, and completely deserted by the bees; so that we used neither our masks nor gloves in gathering the honey.