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


  • The willow hangs with sheltering grace
  • And benediction o’er their sod,
  • And Nature, hushed, assures the soul
  • They rest in God.
  • Crammond Kennedy.

  • Willow, in thy breezy moan,
  • I can hear a deeper tone;
  • Through thy leaves come whispering low,
  • Faint sweet sounds of loud ago—
  • Willow, sighing willow!
  • Mrs. Hemans.

  • Know ye the willow-tree,
  • Whose grey leaves quiver,
  • Whispering gloomily
  • To yon pale river?
  • Lady, at even-tide
  • Wander not near it:
  • They say its branches hide
  • A sad, lost spirit!
  • Thackeray.

  • Tree of the gloom, o’erhanging the tomb,
  • Thou seem’st to love the churchyard sod;
  • Thou ever art found on the charnel ground,
  • Where the laughing and happy have rarely trod.
  • When thy branches trail to the wintry gale,
  • Thy wailing is sad to the hearts of men;
  • When the world is bright in a summer’s light,
  • ’Tis only the wretched that love thee then.
  • The golden moth and the shining bee
  • Will seldom rest on the Willow-tree.
  • Eliza Cook.