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PINE
[ Also see Trees ]

Shaggy shade
  Of desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalp
    Nods to the storm.
      - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
        The Prophecy of Dante (canto II, l. 63)

Riseth from forth thy silent sea of pines.
      - Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
        Hymn Before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni

'Twas on the inner bark, stripped from the pine,
  Our father pencilled this epistle rare;
    Two blazing pine knots did his torches shine,
      Two braided pallets formed his desk and chair.
      - Thomas Durfee (D'Urfey), What-Cheer
         (canto II)

As sunbeams stream through liberal space
  And nothing jostle or displace,
    So waved the pine-tree through my thought
      And fanned the dreams it never brought.
      - Ralph Waldo Emerson, Woodnotes (II)

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,
            No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,
              No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
                Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
                  Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
                    Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
                      In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
                        Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
                          And learn there may be worship without words.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
        Sonnets--My Cathedral

Under the yaller pines I house.
  When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented,
    An' hear among their furry boughs
      The baskin' west-wind purr contented.
      - James Russell Lowell, The Biglow Papers
         (second series)

The pine is the mother of legends.
      - James Russell Lowell,
        The Growth of a Legend

To arched walks of twilight groves,
  And shadows brown that Sylvan loves,
    Of pine.
      - John Milton, Il Penseroso (l. 133)

Here also grew the rougher rinded pine,
  The great Argoan ship's brave ornament.
      - Edmund Spenser, Virgil's Gnat (l. 209)

Ancient Pines,
  Ye bear no record of the years of man.
    Spring is your sole historian.
      - Bayard Taylor, The Pine Forest of Monterey

Stately Pines,
  But few more years around the promontory
    Your chant will meet the thunders of the sea.
      - Bayard Taylor, The Pine Forest of Monterey


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