thorn-bush

"There," said Bauheen, as the branch of a lifted thorn-bush poked itself into Colum-cille's eyes, "I knew you'd get it, too."

St Berthold's Feast Day. . . . John 2009

"There," said Bauheen, as the branch of a lifted thorn-bush poked itself into Colum-cille's eyes, "I knew you'd get it, too."

St Patrick's Day John 2009

Well, do you see the low hill beyond with the thorn-bush upon it?

The Seriously Deranged Writer and the Model Cars 2010

“I am under the thorn-bush/Nimble, menacing,/Laughing [at] its thorns/To greet you I straightened up.”

Esther Raab. 2009

The songs of the Edda made a lasting impression on her, and she wrote that the lectures about them were 'the only ones that go too quickly... the translation of a description of a chieftain: "Helgi rose high above chieftains as the nobly-born ash-tree above the thorn-bush or as a young deer, dew-sprinkled, rises above all other deer, and his horns burn high to heaven itself."

Archive 2009-10-01 David McDuff 2009

A butcher bird sat on the air-con unit outside the kitchen window every day and sang so sweetly you would never guess it was a killer that stabbed and speared its prey, leaving the corpses hanging in a thorn-bush larder.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

A butcher bird sat on the air-con unit outside the kitchen window every day and sang so sweetly you would never guess it was a killer that stabbed and speared its prey, leaving the corpses hanging in a thorn-bush larder.

Wildwood Roger Deakin 2009

The string round the top of the net must be attached to some stout tree, and not to any mere shrub or thorn-bush, since these light-bending branches will give way to strain on open ground. 321 All about each net it will be well to stop with timber even places322 “where harbrough nis to see,” so that the hulking brute may drive a straight course323 into the toils without tacking.

On Hunting 2007

Then they went into the wood thereby in the heat of the afternoon, and so wore the day, that they deemed themselves belated, and lay there under a thorn-bush the night through.

The Water of the Wondrous Isles 2007

Every kind of thorn-bush lay in wait for my skin, creepers tripped me up, high trees shut out the light, and I was in constant fear lest a black mamba might appear out of the tangle.

Prester John 2005