forest god


  • WordNet 3.6
    • n forest god one of a class of woodland deities; attendant on Bacchus; identified with Roman fauns
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In literature:

These forests are described by Frobenius as being sacred groves where the present-day natives worship their gods.
"The Journal of Negro History, Volume 6, 1921" by Various
Narcissus, the beautiful son of a nymph and a river god, was hunting in a lonely forest one day when Echo saw him pass.
"A Book of Myths" by Jean Lang
A whole people cannot shut themselves up in forests and in caverns to invoke their God.
"The Rise of the Hugenots, Vol. 1 (of 2)" by Henry Martyn Baird
She commended herself to God, and went on till she came into the forest.
"Aucassin and Nicolette translated from the Old French" by Anonymous
Now, Wallaha, god of the forest saw the fight and it made him angry.
"The Black Phantom" by Leo Edward Miller
And by the mercy of the forest gods almost at once he caught a glimpse of Virginia's dark tresses in the water.
"The Snowshoe Trail" by Edison Marshall
The forest seems to be the abiding-place of gods.
"The Great White Tribe in Filipinia" by Paul T. Gilbert
Even Tapio the forest-god drew near, with all his attendant spirits, enchanted by the magic sounds.
"Finnish Legends for English Children" by R. Eivind
It may be that God will take Annie Forest away.
"A World of Girls" by L. T. Meade
The forest inspires man with reverence and love for God.
"The Witch of Salem" by John R. Musick

In poetry:

Lo, tall amid the forest, blackened, grim,
The lightning-riven pine! — God-kissed was he.
How all the little beeches jeer at him,
Safe in their snug arrays of greenery!
"The Poet's Advice" by John Gneisenau Neihardt
Of forest deeps the pale-face hunter never trod,
Nor Indian, with the silent stealth of Nature shod;
Deeps tense with the timelessness and solitude of God,
Who never sleeps.
"Fulfilment" by Cale Young Rice
The wind from winter forests,
The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning,
God gave to us for ours
"The Song of Quoodle" by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I have heard him in the morning
When the sun was just adorning
Tops of tallest forest trees,
Pour his soul of song so tender,
That to God he seemed to render
Thanksgiving harmonies.
"The Thrush" by Jared Barhite
Ah, sweet, if a man could cheat him! If you could flee away
Into some other country beyond the rosy West,
To hide in the deep forests and be for ever at rest
From the rankling hate of God and the outworn world’s decay!
"Ode For New Year’s Day" by C S Lewis
Were each forest tree to come alive,
And each leaf a voice be granted,
The law of God’s mercy they’d contrive
In vain in words to have chanted;
Since Life’s Light now shines for ever more,
In old and young firmly planted!
"“The bright blessed day with joy we see”" by Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig

In news:

The forests of America, however slighted by man, must have been a great delight to God.