"Lay a Garland on my Hearse of the dismal yew;"

"Now from yon black and fun’ral Yew, That bathes the Charnel House with Dew, Methinks I hear a Voice begin; (Ye Ravens…"

"Old Yew, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead, Thy fibres net the dreamless head, Thy roots ar…"

"Old warder of these buried bones, And answering now my random stroke With fruitful cloud and living smoke, Dark yew, …"

"Some country nook, where o’er thy unknown grave Tall grasses and white flowering nettles wave— Under a dark red-fruit…"

"No triumph and no labour and no lust, Only dead yew-leaves and a little dust."

"What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are fre…"

"Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms: Where light-heel'd ghost…"

"Slips of yew Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse."

"Of vast circumference and gloom profound, This solitary Tree! A living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of fo…"