The spruces were rejoicing in the wind, and even the battered firs were singing of the sea.
"Chronicles of Avonlea" by Lucy Maud Montgomery
It rises from the midst of a clump of fir-trees which protect it on three sides, leaving the whole sea front open.
"Dracula's Guest" by Bram Stoker
Not a breath of air stirred; the firs stood like flat metal outlines; the sea became as oil.
"Three More John Silence Stories" by Algernon Blackwood
They are produced from fir timber tossed along the sea, and are at first like gum.
"Young Folks' Library, Volume XI (of 20)" by Various
Let our own Padus send his home-born navy to the sea, his river-nurtured firs to battle with the winds of Ocean.
"The Letters of Cassiodorus" by Cassiodorus (AKA Magnus Aurelius Cassiodorus Senator)
The parents rake the sea, and find an oak and a fir and other things, but not their daughter.
"The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country" by William Forsell Kirby
It is a novel sight to see the firs and spruces on this stormy sea-coast.
"Acadia" by Frederic S. Cozzens
Beyond the crest we came upon a wild mountain plateau, a thousand feet above the sea, and entirely covered with forests of spruce and fir.
"Northern Travel" by Bayard Taylor
A limitless expanse of sea lay revealed, pierced by points of fir-crowned land that drove rock ledges into the liquid blue.
"The Opened Shutters" by Clara Louise Burnham
The steely lake, and the rough-ridged, black-green sea of the fir-tops began to unroll below him.
"Kings in Exile" by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
The grass is bitter with brine,
Sea-stunted the rushes stir–
In my father's woods the fir
Smells sweeter than wine.
"On An Island" by Anna Johnston MacManus
The autumn sea is crawling
Up the chilly shore;
The thin-voiced firs are calling
Maiden, maiden! I am falling
Dead at thy door.
"Picture Songs" by George MacDonald
Where the tall fir in quiet stands,
And waves, embracing the chaste shores,
Move o'er sea-shells and bright sands,-
Is heard the sound of dipping oars.
"The Venetian Gondolier" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
His robes are dappled like the moonlit seas,
His hair in waves of silver floats afar;
He weareth lotus-bloom and sweet heartsease,
With tassels of the rustling green fir trees,
As down the dusk he steps from star to star.
"The Slumber Angel" by Virna Sheard
The intense young lady seen in a dream long gone
Ringleted, lonely in her villa by the sea
Peers through a misted window, sees the floating swan,
Wild geese whiten the sky, lighten the fir tree
Shrill, sound-shattering solitude.
"Lightning For Atmosphere" by Marya Zaturenska