Landscape was thus his acknowledged line when he found himself at the Docks with his round of boxwood in his hand.
"The History of "Punch""
M. H. Spielmann
Young evergreens of uniform height, with branches from the root up, stood pressing against each other as closely as the foliage of a boxwood hedge; their needles were not dry and hard, but moist and soft, and their tips were all bright with fresh green shoots.
"The Emperor of Portugallia"
Selma Lagerlof
A turn in one of the boxwood-bordered alleys brought me suddenly face to face with Madonna Paola.
"The Shame of Motley"
Raphael Sabatini