box-hedge

The new Prado extension, at right, connects to the original building, at left, below ground under a box-hedge garden.

Rethinking the Prado: 2007

It sloped down towards Richmond Park in a series of stately terraces with box-hedge borders trimmed so evenly that not a twig or leaf offended against the canons of symmetry.

Swirling Waters Max Rittenberg

There is scarcely any sign of the old 'pleasaunce,' except a low and fairly broad box-hedge, which runs each side of a path in the present garden, where a few violets and one or two strawberry-blossoms are tokens of the softness of the air.

Devon, Its Moorlands, Streams and Coasts Rosalind Northcote

When I had come again to the box-hedge my pace had degenerated, a little by a little, into an aimless lounge.

The Cords of Vanity A Comedy of Shirking James Branch Cabell 1918

Almost without knowing it, he had strolled into the rosery up a shallow flight of steps cut into the bank of green turf, which ran along the side of the house facing the library window to the corner of the house where it met the clipped box-hedge of the

The Yellow Streak Valentine Williams 1914

Everett drew back through the box-hedge, and the boy and the girl at the window saw the woman squeeze in after him.

From the Valley of the Missing Grace Miller White 1912

The most honorable thing about the so-called nobility is generally the box-hedge which surrounds the manse.

The Voice in the Fog Harold MacGrath 1901

O'Mally pushing through the box-hedge, followed by some belated tourists.

The Lure of the Mask Harold MacGrath 1901

And not seldom a weekly tenant, desirous of beauty, goes farther, takes his chance of losing his pains; nails up against his doorway some makeshift structure of fir-poles to be a porch, sowing nasturtiums or sweet-peas to cover it with their short-lived beauty; or he marks out under his window some little trumpery border to serve instead of a box-hedge as safeguard to his flowers.

Change in the Village George Sturt 1895

Sometimes as I sit on a sunny day writing in my chair beside the window, a picture of the box-hedge, the tall sycamores, the stone-tiled roof of the chapel, with the blue sky behind, globes itself in the lense of my spectacles, so entrancingly beautiful, that it is almost a disappointment to look out on the real scene.

Joyous Gard Arthur Christopher Benson 1893