For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb. (Quote by - Thomas Campbell)

Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed. (Quote by - William Wordsworth)

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale, Which to this day stands single, in the midst Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore. (Quote by - William Wordsworth)