At its head rose a cross, extending its arms against a background of Cypresses.
"To-morrow?"
Victoria Cross
Climbing the stony paths that led straight up from the stone streets of the town, one passed through gardens of oranges and sweet-smelling lemons and long vineyards, and above the grey olive terraces and chestnut woods, to the place of rocks and dark Cypresses and green stone-pines.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
It is moonlight, and she can see the avenue as far as the grove of Cypresses.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell