Cypresses Quotes

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,Under that cypress tree;Or bid me die, and I will dareE'en Death, to die for thee.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

It's only in winter that the pine and cypress are known to be evergreens.

The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.

The cypress boat is frequently a symbol of fluctuating intention.

Only after Winter comes do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

The oak has not the efficacy of the fir, nor the cypress that of the elm.

Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold and black, the villagers. . . .