Hedge bells

Definitions

  • Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Hedge bells (Bot) a climbing plant related to the morning-glory (Convolvulus sepium).
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Usage

In literature:

And Mr. William Bell is going to set out a spruce hedge along his road front and up his lane.
"Anne Of Avonlea" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
A bell was heard ringing on the other side of the hedge, and Maurice rose.
"Mr. Pat's Little Girl" by Mary F. Leonard
He rang the bell for Hedges.
"Elster's Folly" by Mrs. Henry Wood
Grandma Bell lived in Maine, near Lake Sagatook, and Grandpa Ford lived at Tarrington, New York, his place being called Great Hedge Estate.
"Six Little Bunkers at Aunt Jo's" by Laura Lee Hope
Hedge quitted the chamber, he went directly to his library, and rang the bell violently.
"City Crimes" by Greenhorn
A little way down the road a cow-bell tinkled behind the wet hedge of the lane.
"The Magic World" by Edith Nesbit
Belle's only devil in the hedge was the dentist.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 25 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
The great campanulas, with their lavish, magnificent bells, flung up a flowery hedge between her face and the eyes of the others.
"A Country Gentleman and his Family" by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant
Along this hedge, at present, wallflowers, and scarlet and white and pink-belled foxgloves are blooming.
"Aileen Aroon, A Memoir" by Gordon Stables
Mr. Reste stopped to pick a little pale blue-bell that grew under the hedge.
"Johnny Ludlow, Sixth Series" by Mrs. Henry Wood
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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
The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye -
The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,
The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing,
The last blind rat to spurn the mildewed rye.
"Good-bye" by Walter de la Mare
It is good to know, now that the bell strikes noon.
In this day's sun, the hedges are Episcopalian
As noon is marked by the twelve iron beats.
The rector moves ruminantly among the gravestones,
And the sound of a dead Europe hangs in the streets.
"The Bell From Europe" by Weldon Kees