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When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze. - Thomas Carlyle A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There's 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. - Henry Fothergill Chorley, The Brave Old Oak The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. - Charles Churchill, Gotham 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 Clare, The 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. - John Dryden, Palamon and Arcite (bk. III, l. 1.058) The lofty oak from a small acorn grows. - Lewis Duncombe, Translation of De Minimis Maxima Tall oaks from little acorns grow. - David Everett, Lines for a School Declamation The oaks with solemnity shook their heads; The twigs of the birch-trees, in token Of warning, nodded,--and I exclaim'd: "Dear Monarch, forgive what I've spoken!" - Heinrich Heine, Songs--Germany (caput XVII) A sturdy oak, which nature forms To brave a hundred winters storms, While round its head the whirlwinds blow, Remains with root infix'd below: When fell'd to earth, a ship it sails Through dashing waves and driving gales And now at sea, again defies The threat'ning clouds and howling skies. - John Hoole Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. - John Keats (1), Hyperion (bk. I, l. 73) The tall Oak, towering to the skies, The fury of the wind defies, From age to age, in virtue strong. Inured to stand, and suffer wrong. - James Montgomery, The Oak 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 wond'rous 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 brauches sere. - Edmund Spenser, Shepherd's Callender--Februarie
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