trumpet-vine

Percy followed him out the window, down a trumpet-vine trellis, and onto the back patio.

GUARDIAN OF THE VEIL GREGORY SPENCER 2007

The low gray adobe walls of the houses fronting directly upon the narrow winding streets leading to and from the plaza were gay with the blossoms of the pink and scarlet geranium, honeysuckle, and gorgeous magenta of the bougainvilléa and golden cups of the trumpet-vine.

When Dreams Come True Ritter Brown

But Tom went through the window, almost as precipitately as had Bella Pike herself, and so over the roof of the kitchen ell and down the trumpet-vine trellis.

Ruth Fielding Down East Or, The Hermit of Beach Plum Point Alice B. Emerson

She did raise her eyes, however, at the querulous whistle of a striped creeper that was wriggling through the intertwined branches of the trumpet-vine in search of insects.

Ruth Fielding Down East Or, The Hermit of Beach Plum Point Alice B. Emerson

The frightened girl, however, escaped her aunt's clutch by slipping off the borrowed skirt and descending the trumpet-vine trellis by the kitchen door.

Ruth Fielding Down East Or, The Hermit of Beach Plum Point Alice B. Emerson

When the morning sun is on the trumpet-vine blossoms, sing at the kitchen pans: Shout All Over God’s Heaven.

Prairie 1918

The humming-birds have come on this fifteenth of July to sip at early morn the nectar from the blossoms of the trumpet-vine, now beginning its brilliant display.

Memories and Anecdotes Sanborn, Kate, 1839-1917 1915

A rail fence, where a trumpet-vine hung heavily, divided the field from the road, and several straggling sheep that had strayed from the distant flock stood looking shyly over the massive crimson clusters.

The Voice of the People Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow 1909

Diverging from this central walk were two narrower paths which, winding in and out in eccentric figures, led, on the one hand, to a rustic summer-house overgrown with honeysuckle and trumpet-vine, and on the other to a tiny grotto constructed of shells and set in a tangle of periwinkle.

Prisoners of Hope A Tale of Colonial Virginia Mary Johnston 1903

Then suddenly spake Mistress Mary from her window overhead, set in a climbing trumpet-vine, and so loudly and recklessly that had not her grandmother and sister been on the farther side of the house they must have heard her.

The Heart's Highway: A Romance of Virginia in the Seventeenth Century 1900