And ice, mast-high, came floating by, / As green as emerald.

The ice was here, the ice was there, / The ice was all around; / It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, / Like noises in a swound!

Did you know that Gideon and I were trained in Krav Maga?" Charlotte took another step closer to me, and I automatically took one back.
"No, but did /you/ know that at this moment you look like that crazy rodent in Ice Age?

We're showing so much green, ... Everything from emerald green to puce, to chartreuse, to a real sort of hunter and forest and dark greens that we haven't seen in a long time.

If you scrape away all the white and black paint, you'd see tons and tons of emerald green.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.