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Trees And Plants-Yew: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

The tulip-tree, high up, Opened, in airs of June, her multitude Of golden chalices to humming birds And silken-winged insects of the sky.— BRYANT — The Fountain. St. 3.

Willow. Salix. Willow, in thy breezy moan, I can hear a deeper tone; Through thy leaves come whispering low, Faint sweet sounds of long ago- Willow, sighing willow!— MRS. HEMANS — Willow Song.

All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland.— JOHN HEYWOOD — The Green Willow.

A subtle red Of life is kindling every twig and stalk Of lowly meadow growths; the willows wrap Their stems in furry white.— HELEN HUNT JACKSON — March.

The willow hangs with sheltering grace And benediction o'er their sod, And Nature, hushed, assures the soul They rest in God.— CRAMMOND KENNEDY — Greenwood

Cemetery. Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago.— GEORGE P. MORRIS — Near the Lake.

Know ye the willow-tree, Whose grey leaves quiver, Whispering gloomily To yon pale river? Lady, at even-tide Wander not near it: They say its branches hide A sad, lost spirit!— THACKERAY — The Willow-Tree.

Yew. Taxus. Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades, Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame re ports) Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds. No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.— BLAIR — The Grave. L. 22.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb.— CAMPBELL — Theodric. L. 22.

Slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse.— Shakespeare — Macbeth. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 27.

Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.— WORDSWORTH — Yew-Trees.