"Beechen" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last ...
— Poems • William Cullen Bryant
... a wreath of beechen leaves For the brow that throbs and grieves O'er the ledger, bloody-lined, 'Neath the sun-struck window-blind! Send the breath of woodland bloom Through the sick man's prison room, Till his old farm-home shall swim Sweet in ...
— Green Fields and Running Brooks, and Other Poems • James Whitcomb Riley
... brightens With spring, that lightens The foot that frightens The building thrush; Where water tosses On ferns and mosses The squirrel crosses The beechen hush. ...
— Weeds by the Wall - Verses • Madison J. Cawein
... blessings of all climes to lend, To make that tiny, wave-rocked isle, In never-fading beauty smile. England, oh England! for the breeze That slowly stirs thy forest-trees! Thy ferny brooks, thy mossy fountains, Thy beechen woods, thy heathery mountains, Thy lawny uplands, where the shadow Of many a giant oak is sleeping; The tangled copse, the sunny meadow, Through which the summer rills run weeping. Oh, land of flowers! while sinking here ...
— Poems • Frances Anne Butler
... astabat dum scyphus ante dapes." "Nor wars did men molest, When only beechen bowls ...
— Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience • Henry David Thoreau
... sight may well choose between air and beechen logs," returned the other, stopping at the palisadoes, and in a place that was concealed from any prying eyes within the works, by triple and quadruple barriers of wood. Feeling in his girdle, he then drew ...
— The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish • James Fenimore Cooper
... for all that day from lawn to lawn Through many a league-long bower he rode. At length A lodge of intertwisted beechen-boughs Furze-crammed, and bracken-rooft, the which himself Built for a summer day with Queen Isolt Against a shower, dark in the golden grove Appearing, sent his fancy back to where She lived a moon in that low lodge with him: Till Mark her lord ...
— Idylls of the King • Alfred, Lord Tennyson
... into it, the burghers wove On their small, fireside looms green, famous webs To cling on lissome, tower-dwelling ladies Who rode the hills swaying like green saplings, Or mask tall, hardy outlaws from pursuit Down beechen caverns and green under-lights, (The rude, vain looms are gone, their beams are broken; Their webs are now not seen, but memory Still tangles in their mesh the dews they swept Like ruby sparks, the lights they took, the ...
— Georgian Poetry 1918-19 • Various
... is a fine young fellow! And the girl with hair so yellow, With the body slim and slender, Eyes so blue and bloom so tender! She that gave us such a penny As shall buy us sweetmeats many, Hunting-knife and sheath of leather, Flute and fife to play together, Scrannel pipe and cudgel beechen. I pray ...
— Aucassin and Nicolette - translated from the Old French • Anonymous
... in them during the long summer noons, and felt for the trout under their banks. A holiday was a holiday indeed that brought permission to go fishing over on Rose's Brook, or up Hardscrabble, or in Meeker's Hollow; all-day trips, from morning till night, through meadows and pastures and beechen woods, wherever the shy, limpid stream led. What an appetite it developed! a hunger that was fierce and aboriginal, and that the wild strawberries we plucked as we crossed the hill teased rather than allayed. When but a few hours could be had, gained perhaps by doing some piece of work about ...
— In the Catskills • John Burroughs |
