white-thorn

Among the red ones are hips, the fruit of the wild rose; and haws, which contain the seed of the white-thorn.

Woodside or, Look, Listen, and Learn. Caroline Hadley

At last he stopped in a hollow, called the Valley of Bushes, on account of the gigantic white-thorn trees that grew there.

The Children's Portion Various

As they threaded the thicket of hazel, at some distance from the pool, one of the salmon-fishers declared, that from a plot of white-thorn and bramble-bushes he had seen the eyes of a foumart or polecat glare out upon him; and in a low voice, directing the attention of a comrade to the spot, they both imagined they could detect the figure of a man crouching among the trailing shrubs.

The International Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 1, August 1850 of Literature, Science and Art. Various

Last year Langley Bush was destroyed -- an old white-thorn that had stood for more than a century, full of fame.

Life and Remains of John Clare "The Northamptonshire Peasant Poet" J. L. Cherry

The sight of the white-thorn trees awakened painful recollections in his mind, -- no doubt, perhaps, even a pang of remorse; and he spurred his courser in order to get clear of the place.

The Children's Portion Various

Then there was the white blossom of the black-thorn, which comes before the leaves; then that of the white-thorn or 'May;' the silvery blossom of the willow tree; and the yellow catkins of the hazel, called by country children 'lamb-tails.'

Woodside or, Look, Listen, and Learn. Caroline Hadley

Among the hyacinths, the violets, the white-thorn, was a multitude of nameless little flowers, those flowers of the lowly which grow from nomadic seed scattered everywhere along the roads.

The French Immortals Series — Complete Various

And from the mountain-ashes and the old white-thorn between,

The Fairy Thorn 1922

She stood in the shadow of a white-thorn, and though she had now ceased from her storm of trembling, her body gave a shudder from time to time, like a tree that frees its storm-entangled branches when the wind has fallen.

The Tragic Bride Francis Brett Young 1919

'The forester of Elmond wood was I, yet as I saw her standing by the white-thorn tree I loved her well.

Stories from the Ballads Told to the Children Mary Esther Miller MacGregor 1918