“To dwellers in a wood almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the breeze the fir-trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; the beech rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall.”

— Thomas Hardy , Under the Greenwood Tree

Source: Under the Greenwood Tree (1872), ch. 1

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English novelist and poet 1840–1928

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