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[[File:If Estry.jpg|thumb|Of vast circumference and gloom profound ~ [[William Wordsworth|Wordsworth]]]]
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'''Yew''' is a common name given to various species of trees. It is most prominently given to any of various coniferous trees and shrubs in the genus ''Taxus''.
 
== Quotes ==
 
* Lay a Garland on my Hearse of the dismal yew;
** [[John Fletcher]], ''The Maid’s Tragedy'' (1619), Act 2, Scene 2,<br>[[w:Beaumont and Fletcher folios|''Fifty Comedies and Tragedies'']] (1679)
 
* Now from yon black and fun’ral Yew,<br>That bathes the Charnel House with Dew,<br>Methinks I hear a ''Voice'' begin;<br>(Ye Ravens, cease your croaking Din,<br>Ye tolling Clocks, no Time resound<br>O’er the long Lake and midnight Ground)<br>It sends a Peal of hollow Groans,<br>Thus speaking from among the Bones:<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;When Men my Scythe and Darts supply,<br>How great a ''King'' of ''Fears'' am I!<br>They view me like the last of Things:<br>They make, and then they dread, my Stings.<br>Fools! if you less provok’d your Fears,<br>No more my Spectre-Form appears.<br>Death’s but a Path that must be trod,<br>If Man wou’d ever pass to God:<br>A Port of Calms, a State of Ease<br>From the rough Rage of swelling Seas.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Why then thy flowing sable Stoles,<br>Deep pendant Cypress, mourning Poles,<br>Loose Scarfs to fall athwart thy Weeds,<br>Long Palls, drawn Herses, cover’d Steeds,<br>And Plumes of black, that as they tread,<br>Nod o’er the ’Scutcheons of the Dead?
** [[Thomas Parnell]], "A Night-Piece on Death", ''Poems on Several Occasions'' (1722)
 
* Old Yew, which graspest at the stones<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;That name the under-lying dead,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy fibres net the dreamless head,<br>Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.{{pb}}The seasons bring the flower again,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring the firstling to the flock;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;And in the dusk of thee, the clock<br>Beats out the little lives of men.{{pb}}O, not for thee the glow, the bloom,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Who changest not in any gale,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Nor branding summer suns avail<br>To touch thy thousand years of gloom:{{pb}}And gazing on thee, sullen tree,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Sick for thy stubborn hardihood,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;I seem to fail from out my blood<br>And grow incorporate into thee.
** [[Alfred, Lord Tennyson|Alfred Tennyson]], "In Memoriam A.H.H." (1850), II
 
* Old warder of these buried bones,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;And answering now my random stroke<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;With fruitful cloud and living smoke,<br>Dark yew, that graspest at the stones{{pb}}And dippest toward the dreamless head,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;To thee too comes the golden hour<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;When flower is feeling after flower;<br>But Sorrow—fixt upon the dead,{{pb}}And darkening the dark graves of men,—<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;What whisper’d from her lying lips?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy gloom is kindled at the tips,<br>And passes into gloom again.
** Alfred Tennyson, "In Memoriam A.H.H." (1850), XXXIX
 
* Some country nook, where o’er thy unknown grave<br>Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave—<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Under a dark red-fruited yew-tree’s shade.
** [[Matthew Arnold]], "The Scholar Gipsy" (1853)
 
* No triumph and no labour and no lust,<br>Only dead yew-leaves and a little dust.
** [[Algernon Charles Swinburne]], "Ave atque Vale (In Memory of Charles Baudelaire)",<br>''Fortnightly Review'' (January 1868)
 
* What of the bow?<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;The bow was made in England:<br>Of true wood, of yew-wood,<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;The wood of English bows;<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So men who are free<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Love the old yew-tree<br>And the land where the yew-tree grows.
** [[Arthur Conan Doyle]], "The Song of the Bow",<br>''The White Company'' (1891); ''Songs of Action'' (1898)
 
====''Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations''====
:<small>Quotes reported in ''[[Wikisource:Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)|Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations]]'' (1922), p. 921.</small>
 
* Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell<br>'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:<br>Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades,<br>Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports)<br>Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds.<br>No other merriment, dull tree! is thine.
** [[Robert Blair]], ''The Grave'', line 22.
 
* For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloom<br>But roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb.
** [[Thomas Campbell]], ''Theodric'', line 22.
 
* Slips of yew<br>Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse.
** [[William Shakespeare]], ''[[Macbeth]]'' (1605), Act IV, scene 1, line 27.
 
* Of vast circumference and gloom profound,<br>This solitary Tree! A living thing<br>Produced too slowly ever to decay;<br>Of form and aspect too magnificent<br>To be destroyed.
** [[William Wordsworth]], ''Yew-Trees''.
 
* There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,<br>Which to this day stands single, in the midst<br>Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.
** [[William Wordsworth]], ''Yew-Trees''.
 
== External links ==
{{Wikipedia|Yew}}
{{Wikipedia|Taxus baccata}}
 
[[Category:Trees]]