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  • n. Eurasian rose with prickly stems and fragrant leaves and bright pink flowers followed by scarlet hips


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  • Eglantine is, according to the encyclopedia, a type of wild rose often called sweetbriar, but it is also often been used as a place or character name in English poetry.

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  • Firesong had grown up around the gray and brown of lightbark and willow, sighing-leaf, loversroot and sweetbriar, but the overcast and mud of Hardorn were different, even if the colors were the same as those Vale plants and trees.

    Widows and Orphans

  • The two boys the whole way came with offerings of wild honeysuckle and sweetbriar, the grateful nosegays of all-diffusing nature, to the coach windows, each carefully presenting the most fragrant to Indiana; for


  • The standards to be roses; juniper; hory; berberries (but here and there, because of the smell of their blossoms); red currants; gooseberries; rosemary; bays; sweetbriar; and such like.

    The Essays

  • I recollect Peggotty and I peeping out at them from my little window; I recollect how closely they seemed to be examining the sweetbriar between them, as they strolled along; and how, from being in a perfectly angelic temper, Peggotty turned cross in a moment, and brushed my hair the wrong way, excessively hard.

    David Copperfield

  • It was a very fine evening, and my mother and he had another stroll by the sweetbriar, while I was sent in to get my tea.

    David Copperfield

  • I want to plant antique flowers in beds here, separated by sweetbriar hedges, but I wanted to wait and ask you what you particularly like.

    The Wayward Muse

  • There is a pomegranate tree in the yard and a thicket of sweetbriar bushes.

    A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • I loved that house, I loved everything about it, like the sweetbriar patch that always hid twitchy nosed wild bunnies and The old hunched over tree in the sideyard, where you hung all of our sun baked laundry on, and most of all, I * loved* the rolling green hill.

    wendchymes Diary Entry

  • The scent of lime blossom and of meadow-sweet, the scent of sweetbriar and of honeysuckle, yes, and the scent of grass beginning to cool, drifted and clung.

    On Forsyte 'Change


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