Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu! Groweth sed, and bleweth med, And springth the wude nu. See also Pound 664:27.

-Anonymous
c.1250  'Sumer is icumen in', l.1^4.

Where no wood is, there the fire goeth out: so where there is no talebearer, the strife ceaseth.

-Bible (Old Testament)
Proverbs 26:20.

But two miles more and then we rest! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the brightness of the west Sit then, awhile, here in this wood So total is the solitude, We safely may delay.

-Bronte«  , Charlotte
  'Regret', in Poems by Currer, Ellis and  Acton Bell.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead and with its head He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to myarms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.

-Dodgson
Through the Looking-Glass, ch.1,'Looking-Glass House'.

Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath.

-Cisneros, Henry
  Of US cities, rife with racial tension. In US News and World Report,19  Apr.

Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

-Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
  'Kubla Khan'.

   Suddenlya puff of wind, a puff faint and tepid and laden with strange odours of blossoms, of aromatic wood, comes out of the still nightöthe first sigh of the east on my face.

-Connor, Sir William Neil pseudonym Cassandra
  'Youth'.

As creeping ivy clings to wood or stone, And hides the ruin that it feeds upon, So sophistry, cleaves close to, and protects Sin's rotten trunk, concealing its defects.

-Cowper,William
  Poems,'The Progress of Error', l.285^8.

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura che¤   la diritta via era smarrita. In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood where the straight path was lost.

-Dante Alighieri originally Durante
c.1320  Divina Commedia,'Inferno', canto1, l.1^3.

The bow was made in England, Of true wood, of yew wood, The wood of English bows.

-Doyle, SirArthur Conan
The White Company,'Song of the Bow'.

In that sharp light the fields did lie Naked and stone-like; each tree stood Like a tranced woman, bound and stark, Far off the wood With darkness ridged the riven dark. 336

-Freeman,John
  'Stone Trees'.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iö I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

-Frost, Robert Lee
  'The Road Not Taken'.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

-Housman, A(lfred) E(dward)
  A Shropshire Lad, no.31.

I read the first 2 pages of the usual sloppy English and [Stuart Gilbert] read me a lyrical bit about nudism in the wood and the end which is a piece of propaganda in favour of something which, outside of D. H. L.'s country at any rates, makes all the propaganda for itself.

-Joyce,James Augustine Aloysius
On D H Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover. Letter to Harriet Weaver,17 Dec.

The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is own.

-Kipling, (Joseph) Rudyard
  'The'Eathen'.

Pussy said to the Owl,'You elegant Fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows, And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose.

-Lear, Edward
Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany and  Alphabets,'The Owl and the Pussy-Cat'.

Tha t|'m, am fiadh, an coille Hallaig. Time, the deer, is in the wood of Hallaig.

-MacLean, Sorley Gaelic name Somhairle MacGill-Eain
  'Hallaig', epitaph.

That bat that you were kind enough to send, Seems (for as yet I have not tried it) good: And if there's anything on earth can mend My wretched play, it is that piece of wood.

-Manning, Henry Edward
   Verse sent to Charles Wordsworth, nephew of the poet William Wordsworth, after the latter sent him the present of a cricket bat.

   Who would think that a little bit of leather, and two pieces of wood, had such a delightful and delighting power!

-Mitford, Mary Russell
^32  Our Village.

He lies below, correct in cypress wood, And entertains the most exclusive worms.

-Parker, Dorothy ne¤  e Rothschild
  Not So Deep as AWell,'Tombstones in the Starlight'.