814 TREES
The fruitfull olive; and the platane round;
The carver holme; the maple seldom inward sound.
A temple whose transepts are measured by miles,
Whose chancel has morning for priest,
Whose floor-work the foot of no spoiler defiles,
Whose musical silence no music beguiles,
No festivals limit its feast.
Swinburne—Palace of Pan. St. 8.
The woods appear
With crimson blotches deeply dashed and
crossed,—
Sign of the fatal pestilence of Frost.
Bayard Taylor—Mon-Da-Min. St. 38.
The linden broke her ranks and rent
The woodbine wreaths that bind her,
And down the middle buzz! she went
With all her bees behind her!
The poplars, in long order due,
With cypress promenaded,
The shock-head willows .two and two
By rivers gallopaded.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Amphion. St. 5.
O Love, what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize, and vine.
| author = Tennyson
| work = The Daisy. St. 1.
The woods are hush'd, their music is no more;
The leaf is dead, the yearning past away;
New leaf, new life—the days of frost are o'er;
New life, new love, to suit the newer day:
New loves are sweet as those that went before:
Free love—free field—we love but while we
may.
| author = Tennyson
| work = Idylls of the King.
Tournament. L. 276.
The Last
Now rings the woodland loud and long,
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And drowned in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.
| author = Tennyson
| work = In Memoriam. Pt. CXV.
But see the fading many-coloured Woods,
Shade deep'ning over shade, the country round
Imbrown; crowded umbrage, dusk and dun,
Of every hue from wan declining green
To sooty dark.
Thomson—Seasons. Autumn. L. 950.
Some to the holly hedge
Nestling repair; and to the thicket some;
Some to the rude protection of the thorn.
Thomson—Sea-sons. Spring. L. 634.
Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery Thickets hail!
Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks!
Ye Ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep!
Delicious is your shelter to the soul. ,
Thomson—Seasons. Summer. L. 469.
Or ruminate in the contiguous shade.
Thomson—Seasons. Winter.
| seealso = (See also Cowper)
TRIALS
Sure thou did'st flourish once! and many springs,
Many bright mornings, much dew, many
showers,
Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and
wings,
Which now are dead, lodgM in thy living
bowers.
And still a new succession sings and flies;
Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches
shoot
Towards the old and still-enduring skies;
While the low violet thrives at their root.
Vaughan—The Timber.
In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
With such old counsellors they did advise,
And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.
Edmund Waller-—On/Si. James 1 Park. L. 71.
A brotherhood of venerable Trees.
Wordsworth—Sonnet composed at Castle .
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One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Wordsworth—The Tables Turned.
TRIALS .
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,—
Aid the drops will slacken so;
Weep, weep-y-and the watch thou keepest,
With a quicker count will go.
Think,—the shadow on the dial
For the nature most undone,
Marks the passing of the trial,
Proves the presence of the sun. >
E. B. Browning—Fourfold Aspect.
The child of trial, to mortality
And all its changeful influences given;
On the green earth decreed to move and die,
And yet by such a fate prepared for heaven.
Sir Humphrey Davy—Written after Recovery
from a Dangerous Illness.
'Tis a lesson you should heed,
Try, try, try again.
If at first you don't succeed,
Try, try, try again.
W. E. Hickson—Try and try again.
But noble souls, through dust and heat,
Rise from disaster and defeat
The stronger.
| author = Longfellow
| work = The Sifting of Peter. St. 7.
Rocks whereon greatest men have of test wreck'd.
| author = Milton
| work = Paradise Regained. Bk. 2. L. 228.
There are no crown-wearers in heaven who
were not cross-bearers here below.
Spurgeon—Gleanings among the Sheaves.
Cross-Bearers.
