1
And the name of this new and dreaded bramble is-thebarbed-wirefence.
2
The infantrymen clung to improvised positions formed behind bramble thickets and rocks.
3
I jumped off o' the log, and squeezed myself through the bramble.
4
He was sitting under one of his favorite bramble-bushes smiling to himself.
5
Badenhaur was scrambling heedlessly through the bramble almost before she was away.
6
Figs are not gathered from thorns, nor grapes picked from a bramble-bush.
7
It is the bramble jelly or jam boiling up on the stove.
8
That sounds just like a prickly, thorny, little bramble, does it not?
9
She kissed the wild bramble lifting its petals in the sun.
10
Then that bramble-stump is done with; the Bee will not return to it.
11
The bramble-stump is perpendicular, or nearly so; its opening is at the top.
12
Must become Ragewinnoway whose name is Courage and enter bramble gate.
13
He locked the door and sped down the bramble-walled path to the runabout.
14
The bramble-bushes on the shore of the ditch ahead might cover a hare.
15
And the bramble answered, wafting the perfume of her flowers upward:
16
Hardly a sound came from the interior of the bramble bushes.
