C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


The pine is the mother of legends.


  • Shaggy shade
  • Of desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalp
  • Nods to the storm.
  • Byron.

  • ’Twas on the inner bark, stripped from the pine,
  • Our father pencilled this epistle rare;
  • Two blazing pine knots did his torches shine,
  • Two braided pallets formed his desk and chair.
  • Durfee.

  • Like two cathedral towers these stately pines
  • Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;
  • The arch beneath them is not built with stores,
  • Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,
  • And carved this graceful arabesque of vines;
  • No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,
  • No sepulchre conceals a martyr’s bones,
  • No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.
  • Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,
  • Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!
  • Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,
  • In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,
  • Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,
  • And learn there may be worship without words.
  • Longfellow.