BY THE
Right Hon. SIR HERBERT MAXWELL
BT., F.R.S., LL.D. (Glasgow), D.C.L. (Durham)
| Sit here by me, where the most beaten track Runs through the forest—hundreds of huge oaks, Gnarled, older than the thrones of Europe. Look, What breadth, height, strength—torrents of eddying bark! Some hollow-hearted from exceeding age (That never be thy lot nor mine!)—and some Pillaring a leaf-sky on their monstrous boles, Sound at the core as we. |
| Tennyson's The Foresters, iii. 1. |