HOLLY BUSH. 



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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 Hoiiy 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 lirabe did deale 



That scarce a glimpse of light could inward steale," 



