Grunsel

Next came one Who mourn'd in earnest, when the Captive Ark Maim'd his brute Image, head and hands lopt off In his own Temple, on the grunsel edge, Where he fell flat […]

South beside the altar's ledge Fair Zenild drew her knife North upon the grunsel edge Sir Schinnild lost his life.

Basked in the sun, or plunged into thy stream's [1.20] Alternate, all a summer's day, or coursed Over the sandy fields, and dashed the flowers Of yellow grunsel […]

Travelled for some miles along the open country, which was all without hedgerows, sometimes arable, sometimes moorish, and often whole tracts covered with grunsel.

If thou return not, Gammer o'er her pail evermore the petlings, with sad brow, Will look for thee upon the holly bough, Where thou didst chirp thy signal note, ere on The lowly grunsel thou didst light […]

Blue skippers in sunny hours ope and shut Where wormwood and grunsel flowers by the cart ruts […]

"Yes; Messrs. So-and-so lets me go in their grounds and get the bird-seed. Yer see, I got grun'sel here, and plantain and chick-weed"