The mouldering walls, as if ashamed of their humble state, hide themselves under the Ivies; the generous Ivies, as if conscious of the precious relics, cover them from the injuries of time.
"An History of Birmingham (1783)"
William Hutton
From the outer day, Betwixt the closest Ivies came a broad And solid beam of isolated light, Crowded with driving atomies, and fell Slanting upon that picture, from prime youth Well-known, well-loved.
"The Suppressed Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson"
Alfred Lord Tennyson
But hard it is To track the signs of that pernicious cold: Pines only, noxious yews, and Ivies dark At times reveal its traces.
"The Georgics"
Virgil