Bushes
[bʊʃ]
Examples
- Asking the operator the best direction, he pointed west, and noticing a rabbit in a clear space in the sage bushes, I said, 'There is one now. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- As he spoke, a woman's shrill scream--a scream which vibrated with a frenzy of horror--burst from the thick, green clump of bushes in front of us. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Ages ago trees and bushes grew thick and fast, and the ground was always covered with a deep layer of decaying vegetable matter. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
- So far I had seen no one and I sat down by some bushes along the bank of the ditch and took off my shoes and emptied them of water. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- And laying down her work, she rose slowly, and slowly passed over the lawn, round the bushes, out of sight. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- To see him stickin' in de mud,--chasin' and tarin' through de bushes, dogs a holdin' on to him! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- The rain came down, thick and fast, and pattered noisily among the leafless bushes. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- There is the gravel-drive, and there are the rose-bushes where I lay. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
- Now Hermione came round the bushes with Gerald Crich. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- There was plough-land and pasture, and copses of bare trees, copses of bushes, and homesteads naked and work-bare. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- Suddenly, as I looked ahead, the gleam of metal caught my eye from amid the thick gorse-bushes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Here are their marks on the left--here, beside the laurel bushes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Nearer the road, and surrounded on three sides by bushes, was a small outhouse, one window and the door facing in our direction. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- The young played and frolicked about among the trees and bushes. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- It was beginning to be light enough so I could see the bushes along the shore-line. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- I hurled it wide of the mark; it rolled clattering among the bushes into dell. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- Would I were out of the shade of these infernal bushes, that I might at least see any of St Nicholas's clerks before they spring on my shoulders. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Behind the house was a large garden, and, in summer, the pupils almost lived out of doors amongst the rose-bushes and the fruit-trees. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Our present race of ephemer? will in a course of minutes become corrupt like those of other and older bushes, and, consequently, as wretched. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- George's valet was looking on in a very supercilious manner at Mr. Clapp in his shirt-sleeves, watering his rose-bushes. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Holmes also suggested that we should wait, not inside the hut, but outside it, among the bushes which grew round the farther window. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Do you remember the matted-up currant bushes, Margaret, at the corner of the west-wall in the garden at home? Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- In absolute silence we crouched amongst the bushes, waiting for whatever might come. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- There were two small islands overgrown with bushes and a few trees, towards the middle. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- On the other side of the bushes a shoe was projecting. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.
- Again, islands often possess trees or bushes belonging to orders which elsewhere include only herbaceous species; now trees, as Alph. Charles Darwin. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
- I was on some sort of a heathy common mottled over with dark clumps of furze-bushes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- She ran to and fro, whiningspringing, harassing little birds amongst the bushes. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Then he clambered up to the rim of the hollow, and crawled about among the ferns and bushes. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
- Nothing of the sort, for not a soul appeared but a sanginary-looking boy asleep under the current bushes. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
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