And leave untrimmed the eglantine."
From Burns:—
"The woodbine I will pu' when the evening star is near,
And the diamond draps of dew shall be her een sae clear."
From Michael Drayton:—
"The azured harebell next with them they neatly mixt:
T' allay whose luscious smell they woodbine placed betwixt ...
The columbine amongst they sparingly do set,
And now and then among, of eglantine a spray."