|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Ill hang my harp on a willow tree.|
John, Lord Elphinstone. Also credited to Thos. Haynes Bayly.
|Willow, in thy breezy moan,|
I can hear a deeper tone;
Through thy leaves come whispering low,
Faint sweet sounds of long ago
Willow, sighing willow!
Felicia D. HemansWillow Song.
|All a green willow, willow,|
All a green willow is my garland.
John HeywoodThe Green Willow.
|The willow hangs with sheltering grace|
And benediction oer their sod,
And Nature, hushed, assures the soul
They rest in God.
Crammond KennedyGreenwood Cemetery.
|Near the lake where drooped the willow,|
Long time ago.
George P. MorrisNear the Lake.
| We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.|
Psalms. CXXXVII. 2.
|Know ye the willow-tree,|
Whose grey leaves quiver,
To yon pale river?
Lady, at even-tide
Wander not near it:
They say its branches hide
A sad, lost spirit!