Furze was set on fire by the ardent spirit, the bull of battle.
The sloe-thorn, and the furze, and the bramble choked up the rails.
There was one gap in the furze at the mouth of a tributary ghyll.
Now, they were all in the gap of the furze bushes, struggling in the shallow stream.
But I recoiled as I saw that I was standing on a barren common, covered with furze.