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The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,
Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.
Three read more
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.
The oaks with solemnity shook their heads;
The twigs of the birch-trees, in token
Of warning, nodded,--and read more
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!"
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;
Here's read more
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.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;
The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood
Of vague indifference; and yet with me
Thy read more
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!
The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.
The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream read more
Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
The tall Oak, towering to the skies,
The fury of the wind defies,
From age to age, read more
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.