Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Fir (Abies)
A lonely fir-tree is standing
On a northern barren height;
It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift
Cast round it a garment of white.
Heine—Book of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 34.
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky.
Hood—I Remember, I Remember.
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity.
Keats—Stanzas.
Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,
And sends a comfortable heat from far,
Which might supply the sun.
Milton—Paradise Lost. Bk. X. L. 1,076.