| Author |
Quotes |
| Ben Jonson | I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. . . . . Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. |
| Bible | If the clouds be full of rain, they empty themselves upon the earth: and if the tree fall toward the south, or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be. |
| Bible | Either make the tree food, and his fruit good; or else make the tree corrupt, and his fruit corrupt: for the tree is known by his fruit. |
| Bible | I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. |
| Charles Godfrey Leland | It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride. |
| Joyce Kilmer | I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man. |
| Maria Brooks | Fragrant o'er all the western groves The tall magnolia towers unshaded. |
| Norman Fitzroy Maclean | On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached across the river, and the trees took the river in their arms. |
| Sir Randolph Henry Spencer Churchill | The forest laments in order that Mr. Gladstone may perspire. |
| Thomas Campbell | Oh, leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree! |
| Willa Sibert Cather | I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. |
| William Bliss Carman | The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry, Of bugles going by. |
| William Cullen Bryant | The shad-bush, white with flowers, Brightened the glens, the new leaved butternut And quivering poplar to the roving breeze Gave a balsamic fragrance. |
| Charles Churchill | As by the way of innuendo Lucus is made a non lucendo. |
| Elizabeth Barrett Browning | The place is all awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, fain headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream. |
| Horatius Flaccus | Plant no other tree before the vine. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | This is the forest primeval. |
| Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe | Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky. |
| Thomas Hood | Where is the pride of Summer,,the green prime,, The many, many leaves all twinkling?,three On the mossed elm, three on the naked lime Trembling,,and one upon the old oak tree! Where is the Dryad's immortality? |
| William Cowper | No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar. |
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