|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Oer yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadows|
Drowse on the crisp, gray moss.
LowellAn Indian-Summer Reverie.
|Thus yields the cedar to the axes edge,|
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle.
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 11.
|High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe,|
Of wondrous length and straight proportion,
That farre abroad her daintie odours threwe;
Mongst all the daughters of proud Libanon,
Her match in beautie was not anie one.
SpenserVisions of the Worlds Vanitie. St. 7.