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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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