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This oak tree and me, we're made of the same stuff.
The oak tree is firm and elegant and upright. The weeping willow has allowed the burdens of life to bend it.
Elves - You can't live with them and there's just no resale value.
I love to see a wood full of bluebells. Growing up in the Kent countryside, I have special memories of this brief annual spectacle.
Up from the sea, the wild north wind is blowing, under the sky's gray arch. Smiling, I watch the shaken elm boughs, knowing It is the wind of March.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
Swallows and Amazons for-ever!
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
Nothing but trees.
Red squirrels ... you don't see many of them since they became extinct.
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun
Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
Oysters followed
Neverwinter Wood.
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If redwoods are the backbone of California, oaks are of England.
airing the marmots
At a distance this fine oak seems to be of ordinary size. But if I place myself under its branches, the impression changes completely: I see it as big, and even terrifying in its bigness.
Were trying to dig up the roots of that big oak stump near the
The Democratic Party headquarters house elf,
It was ideal apple-eating weather; the whitest sunlight descended from the purest sky, and an easterly wind rustled, without ripping loose, the last of the leaves on the Chinese elms.
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
town of Angel Haven lies somewhere in the central United States, its landscape blessed long ago by the Star Witches. A vast forest of majestic trees surrounds the town, creating a natural barricade from the world outside. The trees range from evergreen saplings
The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems. An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground. For another try. Another trip through. One life for another.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
All furnished, all in arms;
All plum'd like estridges that with the wind
Bated like eagles having lately bathed;
Glittering in golden coats like images;
As full of spirit as the month of May
And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;
Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.
Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?
Food for the native Ewoks.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
I wish you were that birch rising from the clump behind you, and I the gray oak alongside.
Not every oak has to be gnarled.
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
If we remember that all the trees of earth are marked for the woodman's axe, we will not be so ready to build our nests in them.
Hedge-hogs abound in my gardens and fields.
Of jackets that had their sleeves threaded onto two poles cut from an ash tree
The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.
Toys to deftly pluck up like animal crackers and deposit safely into a crate decorated with friezes of bright circus trains carrying aardvarks, dodos, swift dromedaries, baby elephants, and plastic dinosaurs. A box of mixed metaphors.
Willy: Remember those two beautiful elm trees out there? When I and Biff hung the swings between them?
Linda: Yeah, like being a million miles from the city.
Searching for the scent
of the early plum,
I found it by the eaves
Of a proud storehouse.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
If you're an oak
you don't pretend
you are a flower
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate.
Forest! They seek your trees to sleep among,
With their long sentences hung. Forest!
Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.
The oak ... has not the efficacy of the fir , nor the cypress that of the elm .
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
Who's elk horn do I have to blow in order to get something to eat around here?
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.
In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?
An oak is no respecter of persons.
Trees are your best antiques.
rashers of bacon.
I've built a tree house; because of my architectural training, it's heavily over-designed, with an oriel window sticking out of it and flying foxes coming off it.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Lizards flashed up the pine-trunks like living emerald necklaces.
Trees, how many of 'em do we need to look at?
I am a woodlander, I have sap in my veins,
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods.
Watch out for that effelant. They're green and like the taste of Vikings.
The elms and the poplars were turning their ruffled backs to a sudden onslaught of wind, and a black thunderhead loomed above Ramsdale's white church tower when I looked around me for the last time.
Besides the amorous elk? No.
Blow kisses to the oak trees and sparrows and elephants and weeds.
If you were a tree, what kind would you be?
psycho monsters.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
Elmo is telling kids about how great it is to share. Oh, Elmo, you poor, deluded little red fur ball. You don't have a clue, do ya, li'l buddy? Kids are way meaner than Muppets.
side of Vicki's, with Alfred on the other,
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
It was a miracle to me, this transformation of my acorns into an oak.
The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows ...
See anything interesting out there in the woods of King Hall?
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
Oakmont possesses all the charm of a sock to the head.
Teacher: "Amy, what do you call the outside of a tree?" Student: "No idea, Miss Smith." Teacher: "Bark, Amy." Amy: "Arf! Arf! Arf!
Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.
Beware the goblin men and the wares they sell.
Drooping along the ground the vine misses its widowed elm.
Did he like elms? Did he know Joyce's
poem about the two washerwomen? He did, indeed. Did he like
it? He did. In fact he was beginning to like very much arbors
and ardors and Adas
Birch trees
Teach me that I am nothing
And that I am deserving of life
The oak has long been an enduring and mighty tree. It is truly a part of our national heritage and it merits the formal distinction of America's National Tree.
Escape from goblins to be caught by wolves.
Toads, beetles, bats.
On the Jellicoe road
The cypresses are always occupying my thoughts.
The biggest trees look intimidating until you swing your axe.
Meat movies ... In which the horror rests with the idea of doing to humans what humans do each day to trees in their thousands." "Yes, as a symbol ... Close your eyes, Mrs. Cable. Close your eyes and shout 'timber'.
Old woods and deep. At one time in the world there were woods that no one owned and these were like them.
Ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that;
It is all still new to me. I have lived my life on the prairie and a line of oak trees can still astonish me.
sausages. Behind
A.J. notices an Elmo doll sitting on the floor with a note attached to his matted red chest by a safety pin. He sets the baby down and picks up Elmo, a character A.J. has always despised because he seems too needy.
THE MAN IN THE WOOD
I used to have a house in London, but couldn't face 20 more years of St John's Wood in the rain.
Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze ...