But where is the hawthorn now?
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
Would she be surprised when all the hawthorn came out, and the lanes were scented?
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
It was on one side of a green lane, close under a hawthorn hedge, with a broad beech-tree spreading above it.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving