Hawthorn, white and odorous with blossom, framing the quiet fields, and swaying flowers and grasses, and the hum of bees. — F. S Flint Copy Share Image
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn. — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“Oh, my poor little hawthorns,” I was assuring them through my sobs, “it is not you that want to make me unhappy,… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
“Oh, my poor little hawthorns," I was assuring them through my sobs, "it isn't you who want me to be unhappy, to… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
