from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. Same as hop-yard.


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  • Over one field, into the next, into the hop-garden beyond.

    Excerpt: Timothy by Verlyn Klinkenborg

  • Yet when they went together across the fields, when they came to the edge of the hop-garden and saw the neatly trailing vines, which this year looked better and more promising than he could ever remember before, they had nothing to say to one another, not a word.

    The Imaginary Marriage

  • Better, perhaps, to say that their fragile bines of song climb all day up unseen hop-poles, so that the whole air is laced with tendrils of music and the Marsh is turned into an ethereal hop-garden, whose harvest no hands can pick, nor oast dry.

    Try Anything Twice

  • A hop-garden was one of the sights connected with Philip's boyhood and the oast-houses to him the most typical feature of the Kentish scene.

    Of Human Bondage

  • They walked back, Sally with her bright hair streaming over one shoulder and her sun-bonnet in her hand, but when they got to the huts Mrs. Athelny had already started for the hop-garden.

    Of Human Bondage

  • I painted scenes in south-eastern England for my private view frequently now, scenes in cool greens and sober blues and restful grey scenes of weald and down-land, of hop-garden and country rectory.

    Cinderella in the South Twenty-Five South African Tales

  • We had hop-poles from the hop-garden beyond the orchard to punt with.

    The Wouldbegoods

  • The camel-guns shelled them as they passed and opened for an instant lanes through their midst, most like those quick-closing vistas in a Kentish hop-garden seen when the train races by at full speed; and the infantry fire, held till the opportune moment, dropped them in close-packing hundreds.

    The Light That Failed

  • 'Body o' me, 'said Hal, staring at the hop-garden, where the hops were just ready to blossom.

    Puck of Pook's Hill

  • Here uncounted millions of slender sea-pines cover the plain; they stand in serried rows, as regular as a hop-garden, gloomy and without the sweet wildness of nature.

    A Tramp's Notebook


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