HOLLY BUSH. 169 



There's not a breeze no breath of air 

 Yet here and there and everywhere 

 Along the floor beneath the shade 

 By these embowering hollies made : 

 The leaves in myriads jump and spring, 

 As if with pipes and music rare 

 Some Robin Good-fellow were there ! 

 And all those leaves in festive glee 

 Were dancing to the minstrelsy." 



WORDSWORTH, vol. i. p. 240. 



W. Browne speaks of the Holly as an enemy to the 

 husbandman, at the same time commending it as a fence : 



" Under the hollow hanging of this hill 

 There was a cave cut out by nature's skill, 

 Or else it seemed the mount did open 's breast, 

 That all might see what thoughts he there possest. 

 Whose gloomy entrance was environed round 

 With shrubs that cloy ill husbands' meadow ground : 

 The thick-growne hawthorne, and the binding bryer, 

 The holly that outdares cold winter's ire : 

 Who all intwinde, each limbe with limbe did deale 

 That scarce a glimpse of light could inward steale." 



