Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough, A flask of wine, a book of verseöand Thou Beside me singing in the wildernessö And wilderness is paradise enow.

-Fitzgerald, Edward
  The Ruba¤  iya¤  t of Omar Khayya¤  m of Naishapur, stanza12. In the1879 edn this was changed to'A Book of  Verses underneath the Bough, /  A  Jug of  Wine, a loaf of Breadöand Thou / Beside me singing in the Wildernessö / Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!'

   Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burne'  d is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man.

-Marlowe, Christopher
c.1592  Doctor Faustus (published1604), epilogue.

The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough fromVirginia's aged tree.

-Ransom,John Crowe
  Chills and Fever,'Dead Boy'.