I am all the daughters of my father's house,

And all the brothers too.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.

Green be the turf above thee,

Friend of my better days!

None knew thee but to love thee,

Nor named thee but to praise.

Alfred Bunn (1790-1860): On the Death of Joseph Rodman Drake.

I walk unseen

On the dry smooth-shaven green,

To behold the wandering moon

Riding near her highest noon,

Like one that had been led astray

Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;

And oft, as if her head she bow'd,

Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

John Milton (1608-1674): Il Penseroso. Line 65.

Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,

Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,

With here and there a violet bestrewn,

Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;

And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

James Beattie (1735-1803): The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17.

Strike—for your altars and your fires!

Strike—for the green graves of your sires!

God, and your native land!

Alfred Bunn (1790-1860): Marco Bozzaris.

My salad days,

When I was green in judgment.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—

Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;

Another race the following spring supplies:

They fall successive, and successive rise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,

Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

Thomas Moore (1779-1852): Oh breathe not his Name.

Like sentinel and nun, they keep

Their vigil on the green.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894): The Cambridge Churchyard.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,—

Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;

Another race the following spring supplies:

They fall successive, and successive rise.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

The memory be green.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2.

Orange bright,

Like golden lamps in a green night.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): Bermudas.

His hair just grizzled,

As in a green old age.

John Dryden (1631-1701): oedipus. Act iii. Sc. 1.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood

Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather

The multitudinous seas incarnadine,

Making the green one red.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Thy leaf has perish'd in the green,

And while we breathe beneath the sun,

The world, which credits what is done,

Is cold to all that might have been.

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892): In Memoriam. lxxv. Stanza 4.

Annihilating all that's made

To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell (1620-1678): The Garden. (Translated.)

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!

It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,

Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,

Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.

John Keats (1795-1821): Hyperion. Book i.