Bk. III. Line 1058.

On the old oak's stems in splendour
Glorious blossoms fast unfold;
Foreign blossoms fall, and tender
Breezes greet us as of old.

C. HEINE-Miscellaneous Poems,

Germany. 1815. Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,

Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. d. KEATS-Hyperion. Bk. I. Line 73. The proud tree low bendeth its vigorous form, Whose treshness and strength have braved many a storm;

And the sturdy oak shakes that ne'er trembled before

Though the years of its glory outnumber three-score.

e.

Mrs. KINNEY-The Woodman.
The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, in virtue strong,
Inured to stand and suffer wrong.
f. MONTGOMERY-The Oak.
Hail, hidden to the knees in fern,
Broad Oak of Sumner-chace
Whose topmost branches can discern
The roofs of Sumner-place!

g. TENNYSON-The Talking Oak.
There grewe an aged Tree on the greene,
A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,
With armes full strong and largely displayd,
But of their leaves they were disarayde:
The bodie bigge, and mightely pight,
Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight;
Whilome had bene the King of the field,
And mochell mast to the husband did yielde,
And with his nuts larded many swine:
But now the gray mosse marred his rine;
His bared boughes were beaten with stormes,
His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes,
His honour decayed, his braunches sere.
h. SPENSER Shepheard's Callender.

The palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, The more the hail beats, and the more the rain falls.

LONGFELLOW--Annie of Tharaw.
Trans. from the German of
Simon Dach.

Next to thee, O fair gazelle,

O Beddowee girl, beloved so well;

Next to the fearless Nedjidee,

Whose fleetness shall bear me again to thee;

Next to ye both I love the Palm,

With his leaves of beauty, his fruit of balm;

Next to ye both I love the Tree

Whose fluttering shadow wraps us three
With love, and silence, and mystery!

1'. BAYARD TAYLOR--The Arab to the Palm.

First the high Palme trees, with braunches faire,

Out of the lowly vallies did arise, And high shoote up their heads into the skyes. b. SPENSER-Virgil's Gnat. Line 191.

Of threads of palm was the carpet spun
Whereon he kneels when the day is done,
And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!

To him the palm is a gift divine,
Wherein all uses of man combine, -
House and raiment and food and wine!

And, in the hour of his great release,
His need of the palm shall only cease
With the shroud wherein he lieth in peace.
"Allah il Allah!" he sings his psalm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;
"Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!"
WHITTIER-The Palm-Tree.

c.

Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with

cones;

The arch beneath them is not built with stones,

Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,

And carved this graceful arabesque of vines; No organ but the wind here sighs and

moans,

Archéd walks of twilight groves,

And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine. 1. MILTON--11 Penseroso. Line 133.

PINE. Pinus.

Shaggy shade

Of desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalp Nods to the storm.

POPLAR.