currant-bush

‘The stubborn currant-bush’ lifts its head above the rank grass, and the proud hollyhock flaunts where its sisters of the flower-knot are no more.

The Life of Oliver Goldsmith 2004

It was nearly breakfast-time when he dragged himself into the house at last, and the guinea was resting and panting under a currant-bush.

Mark Twain: A Biography 2003

His nest of dry sticks is sometimes woven into a currant-bush in a garden that adjoins a wood, and his quaint voice may be heard there as in his own solitary haunts.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 2, No. 14, December 1858 Various

One day Cæsar was seen going into the garden with a slipper in his mouth; and I followed him to a far-off corner where stood a large currant-bush.

The Nursery, September 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 3 Various

An old stone fountain with three stone frogs stood in the garden near that corner, and beyond it was a flowering currant-bush, and beyond this again the green door on which a slanting gleam of sunlight fell.

Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works John Galsworthy 1900

An old stone fountain with three stone frogs stood in the garden near that corner, and beyond it was a flowering currant-bush, and beyond this again the green door on which a slanting gleam of sunlight fell.

The Country House John Galsworthy 1900

These things come so forcibly into my mind sometimes as I work, that perhaps, when a wandering breeze lifts my straw hat or a bird lights on a near currant-bush and shakes out a full-throated summer song, I almost expect to find the cooling drink and the hospitable entertainment at the end of the row.

Little Masterpieces of American Wit and Humor Volume I Various 1900

It was nearly breakfast-time when he dragged himself into the house at last, and the guinea was resting and panting under a currant-bush.

Mark Twain, a Biography — Volume I, Part 2: 1835-1866 Albert Bigelow Paine 1899

It was nearly breakfast-time when he dragged himself into the house at last, and the guinea was resting and panting under a currant-bush.

Mark Twain, a Biography. Complete Albert Bigelow Paine 1899

I ran up to the top of the house to cry by myself in a little room beside the schoolroom and beneath the roof, which smelt of orris-root, and was scented also by a wild currant-bush which had climbed up between the stones of the outer wall and thrust a flowering branch in through the half-opened window.

Swann's Way Marcel Proust 1896