At this point pomegranate hedges replaced the May-thorns of the plain.
"New Italian sketches" by John Addington Symonds
There was no gap in that hedge, and the great thorns were sharp as dagger blades to stab his flesh.
"The Sleeping Beauty" by C. S. Evans
Presently they came to the thorn hedge, and it opened before them just as it had when Blanche had journeyed there.
"Tales of Folk and Fairies" by Katharine Pyle
We hung up the corpse on a thorn hedge near by, as a warning to his tribe.
"India and the Indians" by Edward F. Elwin
Some time after the fight at Bothwel, he was pursued from his own chamber out of town, and forced to go through several thorn hedges.
"Biographia Scoticana (Scots Worthies)" by John Howie
We think that thorn makes the best hedge.
"Brighter Britain! (Volume 1 of 2)" by William Delisle Hay
Then Jim stopped and looked about, for he had reached the thorn hedge.
"Partners of the Out-Trail" by Harold Bindloss
There, as she gained the top of the hedge, the trap was firmly caught in the stout fork of a thorn-bush.
"Creatures of the Night" by Alfred W. Rees
All round the garden the people to whom it belonged had planted a hedge of thorns, that nothing might get in.
"Indian Fairy Tales" by Anonymous
Here the lianas and thorns intermingled with strong brush, make an impervious hedge.
"Doubloons--and the Girl" by John Maxwell Forbes
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