brushwood

Definitions

  • Making brooms from brushwood at Antibes for use on army roads
    Making brooms from brushwood at Antibes for use on army roads
  • WordNet 3.6
    • n brushwood a dense growth of bushes
    • n brushwood the wood from bushes or small branches "they built a fire of brushwood"
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Brushwood Brush; a thicket or coppice of small trees and shrubs.
    • Brushwood Small branches of trees cut off.
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Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
    • n brushwood A thicket or coppice of small trees and shrubs.
    • n brushwood Branches of trees cut off.
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • Brushwood rough close bushes: a thicket
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Quotations

  • Overlung
    Overlung
    “Wit is brushwood; judgment timber; the one gives the greatest flame, and the other yields the most durable heat; and both meeting make the best fire.”

Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
O. Fr. brosse, a brush, brushwood—Low L. bruscia; Diez connects the Fr. with Old High Ger. burst, bursta, bristle.

Usage

In literature:

The sides were covered with matted brushwood and were as slippery as glass.
"The Lost Valley" by J. M. Walsh
A belt of jungle and impenetrable brushwood intervenes, and then cacao and coffee plantations, vast in extent, arrest the eye.
"The Andes and the Amazon" by James Orton
Brushwood Boy, The, 148.
"Modern English Books of Power" by George Hamlin Fitch
Why, Brushwood's tobacker is known all over the United States.
"A Truthful Woman in Southern California" by Kate Sanborn
Her great guns were swung ashore, and buried, and the graves of them strewn with leaves and brushwood.
"On the Spanish Main" by John Masefield
The panther at that moment was rising, about to dash forward from the brushwood.
"In the Rocky Mountains" by W. H. G. Kingston
But we heard not even the cracking of brushwood under cautious feet.
"Tenting To-night" by Mary Roberts Rinehart
The fire can be placed in an iron furnace, around which arrange stones or brushwood.
"Home Pastimes; or Tableaux Vivants" by James H. Head
A few steps farther on they came to a little bay, covered with water-lilies and surrounded by brushwood.
"Debit and Credit" by Gustav Freytag
The land was absolutely treeless except for willow brushwood the size of one's finger.
"Vikings of the Pacific" by Agnes C. Laut
She was blowing a mass of slivers and brushwood into flame by the aid of a bamboo pipe.
"The Yotsuya Kwaidan or O'Iwa Inari" by James S. De Benneville
An owl hooted, and the rustling of brushwood told me of the near proximity of some fur-coated burrower in the ground.
"Scottish Ghost Stories" by Elliott O'Donnell
Then a canoe shoots out from the brushwood, paddled by the old chief Membertou.
"Canada: the Empire of the North" by Agnes C. Laut
Beside the rutted cart-track, a few yards from where they lay, was a pile of brushwood, cut and stacked for fuel.
"Ambrotox and Limping Dick" by Oliver Fleming
Then I strewed the earth over the hole, and piled the stones and brushwood round and over it as before, and went away to join the others.
"The Romance of Golden Star ..." by George Chetwynd Griffith
There was a rustling among the brushwood fringing the river.
"Marriage à la mode" by Mrs. Humphry Ward
The first, I grieve to say, was in a bit of my own brushwood, left uncared-for evidently many a year before it became mine.
"Proserpina, Volume 1" by John Ruskin
More fuel was stacked in the corner, chiefly brushwood and sticks.
"Grace Harlowe's Plebe Year at High School" by Jessie Graham Flower
Pushing through the brushwood and past the reddish willow-poles, I entered a very thicket of flags, rising to the shoulder.
"Round About a Great Estate" by Richard Jefferies
It was also somewhat difficult to get at, owing to the dense brushwood which covered the ground close to it.
"Dick Cheveley" by W. H. G. Kingston
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In poetry:

FORGET 'at iver I ran barefoot
An' danced round a brushwood fire,
An' oot of our vardo window watched
Stars dim a poplar spire!
"Gypsy Bride" by Dorothy Una Ratcliffe
Many a brake of brushwood covert,
Where cold darkness slumbers mute,
Slips a shrub to thwart her passage,
Slides a hand to clutch her foot.
"Daphne" by George Meredith
Sounds of cold-river rain grown familiar,
Autumn sun casts moist shadows. Below
Our brushwood gate, out to dry at the village
Mill: hulled rice, half-wet and fragrant.
"Rain" by Du Fu
At moments, wrestling with his fate,
His voice is harsh, but not with hate;
The brushwood, hung
Above the tavern door, lets fall
Its bitter leaf, its drop of gall
Upon his tongue.
"Ultima Thule: Robert Burns" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
And caused them to be overlaid with turf and brushwood
Expecting the plan would prove effectual where his little army stood,
Waiting patiently for the break of day,
All willing to join in the deadly fray.
"The Battle of Bannockburn" by William Topaz McGonagall
Now mark yonder brake where the blood-hounds are howling;
And hark that hoarse sound — like the deep thunder growling;
'Tis his lair — 'tis his voice! — from your saddles alight;
He's at bay in the brushwood preparing for fight.
"The Lion Hunt" by Thomas Pringle

In news:

I live in Picksburgh, PA and when I was ohhhhhhh about 18 years of age (now that's about 12 years ago) my brother worked at a bakery in town and the lady there would always travel to Brushwood.
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