That when wild Zephyrus amongst them blew,
Did breathe out bounteous smells, and painted colours shew."
And now from Milton:—
"Through the sweetbriar, or the vine,
Or the twisted eglantine."
The following is from Sir Walter Scott:—
"On the hill
Let the white heath-bell flourish still,
Cherish the tulip, prune the vine,
But freely let the woodbine twine,