• Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • ns Silver-fir a coniferous tree of the genus Abies, whose leaves show two silvery lines on the under side
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. silfer, seolfor; Ice. silfr, Ger. silber.


In literature:

The next higher is the Fir Zone, made up almost exclusively of two species of silver fir.
"Steep Trails" by John Muir
As for me, once set above the country of the silver firs, I must go on until I find white columbine.
"The Land of Little Rain" by Mary Austin
Every tree was silvered, and the fir-tree tufts of needles looked like white chrysanthemums.
"A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains" by Isabella L. Bird
In the centre of a grass plot rose a silver fir-tree.
"Catherine de' Medici" by Honore de Balzac
Above, the silver mist drifted about the black firs that clung to the side of the mountain, and in the distance there was a gleam of snow.
"The Girl From Keller's" by Harold Bindloss
As evening approached the sky cleared, and a big full moon tipped the fir trees with silver and set Lake Mary to gleaming.
"The Lure of the Labrador Wild" by Dillon Wallace
Between elevations of 10,000 and 12,000 feet the silver fir is the commonest tree.
"Birds of the Indian Hills" by Douglas Dewar
Between the firs he stopped and held his lantern high so that it touched a moving radius of flakes to silver stars.
"The Branding Iron" by Katharine Newlin Burt
The window stood wide open, and the fragrance of a grove of silver firs outside drifted in.
"The Long Portage" by Harold Bindloss
Silver birch, pines and firs.
"Through Siberia and Manchuria By Rail" by Oliver George Ready

In poetry:

A soft wind passes lightly drawn,
A wave leaps silverly and stirs
The rustling sedge, and then is gone
Down the black cavern in the firs.
"The Voice And The Dusk" by Duncan Campbell Scott
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
I was dreaming of old Scotland, the home of my boyish years,
And the sound of the village bagpipe was droning in my ears;
And across the purple heath, behind a screen of fir and oak,
I saw from our low chimney curl the silver blue peat smoke;
"The Wreck Of The Birkenhead," by Frances Anne Kemble

In news:

Silver and gold bells hang over Bellagio's 45-foot-tall Shasta fir, the largest holiday tree ever displayed at the Las Vegas resort.