ivy-tod

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Collected Works of W. B. Yeats Volume III Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

He had a house now at Mortlake on the Thames with a great ivy-tod shadowing door and window, and one night there he shocked and startled a roomful of men by showing that he could be swept beyond our reach in reveries of affection.

Autobiographies W.B. Yeats 1965

The mother eyes of a blackbird, sitting upon her eggs in the ivy-tod, kept their bright gold on Joan, but showed no fear; the young rabbits frisked at hand; a mole poked his snout and little paddle-paws out of the grass; all was peace and happiness, it seemed, with the voice of good St. Madron murmuring love in his brooklet at hand.

Lying Prophets Eden Phillpotts 1911

Stone seats still run round two sides of it; ivy and stone-worts and grasses have picked the mortar from the walls and clothed them, even as emerald moss and gray lichens and black and gold glorify each piece of granite; a may-bush, tangled about a great shiny ivy-tod, surmounts the western walls above the dried well; furzes and heather and tall grasses soften the jagged outlines of the ruin, and above

Lying Prophets Eden Phillpotts 1911

Brown skeletons of leaves that lagMy forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf’s young.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. IN SEVEN PARTS 1909

` ` But ye must not be offended, or look out from amang your curls then, like a wildcat out of an ivy-tod, for ye are to understand that he wishes most sincere weel to you, and has proved it.

Rob Roy 1887