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In Henry the Sixth, Shakspeare compares the dying 
Warwick to a falling cedar:— 
“ Thus yields the cedar to the axe’s edge, 
Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle, 
Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; 
Whose top-branch over-pccr*d Jove’s spreading tree, 
And kept low shrubs from winter’s powerful wind.” 
And in Henry the Eighth, he makes Cranmer say, 
when predicting the birth of King James,— 
-• “ He shall flourish. 
And like a mountain cedar reach his branches 
To all the plains about him.” 
Innumerable are the passages, both in ancient and 
modern poetry, which have reference to this noble tree; 
but one more must suffice, and that from Thomson, who 
gives such a magic beauty to every subject he undertakes 
to illustrate. We almost feel the balmy gale playing 
around us, and see the cedar wave, as we read the fol¬ 
lowing lines: — 
“ Or thrown at gayer ease, on some fair brow, 
Let me behold, by breezy murmurs cool’d. 
Broad o’er my head the verdant cedar wave, 
And high palmettos lift their graceful shade.” 
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