Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Heres health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. Theres fear in his frown when the Sun goes down, And the fire in the West fades out; And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout. H. F. ChorleyThe Brave Old Oak.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee! John ClareThe Rural Muse. Burthorp Oak.
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state; and in three more decays. DrydenPalamon and Arcite. Bk. III. L. 1,058.
There grewe an aged tree on the greene; A goodly Oake sometime had it bene, With armes full strong and largely displayed, But of their leaves they were disarayde The bodie bigge, and mightely pight, Thoroughly rooted, and of wondrous 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. SpenserShepheards Callender. Februarie.