The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. (Quote by - Charles Churchill)

Old noted oak! I saw thee in a mood Of vague indifference; and yet with me Thy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stood For years, thou hermit, in the lonely sea Of grass that waves around thee! (Quote by - John Clare)

The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state; and in three more decays. (Quote by - John Dryden)

The lofty oak from a small acorn grows. (Quote by - Lewis Duncombe)

Tall oaks from little acorns grow. (Quote by - David Everett)

The oaks with solemnity shook their heads; The twigs of the birch-trees, in token Of warning, nodded,--and I exclaim'd: "Dear Monarch, forgive what I've spoken!" (Quote by - Heinrich Heine)

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. (Quote by - John Keats)

The tall Oak, towering to the skies, The fury of the wind defies, From age to age, in virtue strong. Inured to stand, and suffer wrong. (Quote by - James Montgomery)