Merry it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.Sir Walter Scott: 1810 The Lady of the Lake, canto 4, stanza12,'Alice Brand'.
A song to the oak, the brave old oak,Who hath ruled in the greenwood long!henry fothergill chorley: The brave old Oak (lyrics, 1837).
Mr. Greenwood, when moving the Amendment yesterday, told us that the war would shake many strongly held views. I fear that this war will do very much more than that. The war will bring about changes which may be fundamental and revolutionary in the economic and social life of this country. On that we are all agreed.anthony eden: Speech to the House of Commons (6 December, 1939).
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.Amiens, Sc. v
How can I live in this country Where the foot knocks against The unburied bones of kin? I hear voices, see smiles. I cannot Write anything; five hands Seize my pen and order me to write The story of their lives and deaths. Was I born to become a ritual mourner? I want to sing of festivities, The greenwood into which Shakespeare Often took me. Leave To poets a moment of happiness, Otherwise your world will perish.czesław miłosz: "In Warsaw" (1945), trans. Czesŀaw Miŀosz, Robert Hass and Madeline Levine
A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long; Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong. There's fear in his frown when the Sun goes down, And the fire in the West fades out; And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout.H. F. Chorley, The Brave Old Oak.
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: No enemy here shall he see, But winter and rough weather.William Shakespeare, As You Like It (c.1599-1600), Act II, scene 5, line 1.
There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be; There are no hearts like English hearts, Such hearts of oak as they be; There is no land like England, Where'er the light of day be: There are no men like Englishmen, So tall and bold as they be! And these will strike for England, And man and maid be free To foil and spoil the tyrant Beneath the greenwood tree.Alfred Tennyson, Foresters, Song.