It was a brier-wood pipe.
"The Ruling Passion" by Henry van Dyke
The daughters of Mrs. Montrose thought they should draw the line on the brier-wood pipe.
"Their Pilgrimage" by Charles Dudley Warner
We struck into the woods and entered upon a rough time, stumbling over roots, getting tangled in vines, and torn by briers.
"The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg and Other Stories" by Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)
Harry ran like a quail through bush and brier, and over rocks and stone walls, till he came to a hill covered with a wood.
"Two Festivals" by Eliza Lee Follen
For it contained a most beautiful pipe for the Captain, of sweet brier-wood, mounted in silver; and oh!
"Captain January" by Laura E. Richards
What would that dear lady think about Madge Brierly, wood-nymph, rustic phenomenon?
"In Old Kentucky" by Edward Marshall and Charles T. Dazey
The wood is open and clear from briers.
"Oonomoo the Huron" by Edward S. Ellis
Let me sit down here behind this screen of ferns and briers, and hear this wild-hen of the woods call together her brood.
"The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 17, No. 104, June, 1866" by Various
Let me sit down here behind the screen of ferns and briers, and hear this wild hen of the woods call together her brood.
"Bird Stories from Burroughs" by John Burroughs
Sweet-brier Pale pink Rocky banks, road-sides; N. E. Sweet-cicely White Rich moist Northern woods.
"Harper's Young People, June 8, 1880" by Various
You know not how long it will take you to get back, or how much you will suffer from the thorns and briers in the wild woods.
"Life and Literature" by J. Purver Richardson
Again they went, through brier and through thicket,
Into the darksome wood;
Again he dropped his clues along the pathway
Behind him when he could.
"Hop-O-My-Thumb" by Clara Doty Bates
Not far from here, it lies beyond
That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take
This unused lane where brambles make
A wall of twilight, and the blond
Brier-roses pelt the path and flake
The margin waters of a pond.
"The Brothers" by Madison Julius Cawein
On wood-ways I shall tread your gown—
You'll know it is no brier!—then
I'll whisper words of love again,
And smile to see your quick face frown:
And then I'll kiss it down, my dear,
And then I'll kiss it down.
"The Spell" by Madison Julius Cawein