Thorn hedge


  • Thorn hedge
    Thorn hedge
  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Thorn hedge a hedge of thorn-bearing trees or bushes.
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In literature:

The Ass replied that passing through a hedge he had trod with his foot upon a sharp thorn.
"Aesop's Fables" by Aesop
In order to make her spindle bloody, she stuck her hand into a hedge of thorns and pricked her finger.
"The Red Fairy Book" by Various
I threw one of his varlets into a thorn hedge, and another into a water-butt, and a third landed head-first into a ditch.
"Robin Hood" by J. Walker McSpadden
The fight raged across the thorn-hedge outside.
"The Story of the Amulet" by E. Nesbit
A stone's throw away on his right the common was bordered by a thorn hedge.
"Scaramouche" by Rafael Sabatini
This is done by cutting a quantity of thorn bushes and piling them in the shape of a circular hedge.
"King Solomon's Mines" by H. Rider Haggard
This chenar extended for some acres, and rose like a hedge, forming a sudden wall of thorns, which effectually checked our advance.
"The Rifle and The Hound in Ceylon" by Samuel White Baker
In a short time there sprung up around the castle a hedge of thorn bushes.
"The Beacon Second Reader" by James H. Fassett
He advanced to an old Barcelona tar, in ragged red breeches and dirty night-cap, cheeks trenched and bronzed, whiskers dense as thorn hedges.
"The Piazza Tales" by Herman Melville
Within the grafts are hedges of thorn, kept low and cut, held by them of better use than palisades.
"A Journal of the Swedish Embassy in the Years 1653 and 1654, Vol II." by Bulstrode Whitelocke

In poetry:

Near-by reposes, hedged with thorn,
A garden neatly tended;
The sunflower looks about with scorn;
The bell-flower's head is bended.
"The House In The Heath" by Annette Von Droste-Hulshoff
How harsh are thorns to pears! and yet they make
A better hedge, and need lesse reparation.
How smooth are silks compared with a stake,
Or with a stone! yet make no good foundation.
"Providence" by George Herbert
From hawless thorn to brier, the chirping flocks
Flit shivering, while, behind yon naked hedge,
Drooping, the cattle stand, waiting the hour
When to the shed or stall they shall return.
"British Georgics. November" by James Grahame
I saw on a hedge that was flourishing by
A rose that was stirred by the breath of the morn,
So smiling and fragrant it looked there, that I
Was tempted to seize it, forgetting the thorn.
"On Plucking A Hedgerow Rose" by Lennox Amott