Linden(Tilia species) in Literature


Linden(Tilia species) in Literature

A large tree in full bloom is a regular dome of fragrance and a forest of linden will scent the air about it for a mile. In close proximity, the odor of the waxy blossom is rank, but tempered by distance it is one of the most delightful odors, and the linden is famous as a producer of delicate-flavored honey. The young seedlings come up in early spring (May) and are noteworthy for their lobed, handshaped cotyledons.
Lake Maxinkuckee: A physical and biological survey, Volume 2
By Barton Warren Evermann, Howard Walton Clark

O the scent of the limes on the linden tree!
How it brings the love-days back to me,
How it wakens the mem'ries of long ago
Of summer months with their sunlit glow
And the hum of bees in pastures green
And the purling of streams that wound between,
And sequestered haunts we used to know
When we were young in the Long Ago.
Linden blossoms
By Jeffrey Dolezal Hrbek


Oh linden scent, oh linden tree!

Like childhood's dream ye come to me,

No dream without ye made.
Oh linden trees I love ye so;
My father's house stood long ago

Beneath a lime tree's shade.

In summer when the lindens bloom,
How busily the bees will come

And seek the honied store.
My father took delight in bees;
Hence, like a heritage these trees

Are sacred all the more.

The lime tree's shadow makes the wine,
And e'en a kiss too, doubly fine,

From childish lips when given.
Father, I bring this glass to thee;
Thou lik'st not, 'neath the linden tree,

To sit with nought at even.
David Friedrich Strauss in his life and writings. Authorised transl
By Eduard Zeller

Again we groped through the Place Leopold after dinner at Mlle. Guerin's, feeling our way slowly under completely remote stars, Jupiter so gorgeous that for a moment my heart was afraid. Then I became sensible of ghostly and lovely companions, the amiable secrets of whose amiable lives have been revealed to me in many a tome since I crossed that square in those lindenscented nights of June. Did linden scent, on which a long chapter could be written, have anything to do with their morals, I wonder?
My Lorraine journal

The dense foliage of the stately lindens and hickories, and the filling-in of every interspace by the hornbeams, throws so dark a shadow as to give to the spot a gloomy aspect; yet it is very attractive. Where the channel narrows, so that the branches of the trees upon its banks are closely interlocked.the sunlight is excluded during summer and early autumn, often for considerable distances. Flowers are wanting, except when the rank May-apple is in bloom, and later the honey-sweet blossoms of the linden scent the air and draw millions of bees from all the country round. The humming of these creatures, as they are busy in the branches overhead, drowns all other sound, dulling even the clear whistling of the crested tit, and by its monotony adds, in early summer, to the gloom of Linden Bend.
Waste-land wanderings
By Charles Conrad Abbott

It was the clustering blossoms of the silver-linden scenting the air. Now when the birds saw .the widespreading shade, so cool and inviting, they came flying in great numbers to nestle in it, and sang their sweetest songs. Then the bees in their turn perceived that there was something quite peculiarly fragrant about this tree, and they came by thousands, and sipped and sipped, and drew the sweetest honey from the blossoms. And whenever the sound of village church-bells streamed up from the valley, the tone was caught and held fast within the leafy dome, forming the keynote to the trill of the birds and the humming of the bees. The squirrels, too, were always leaping from branch to branch and from bough to bough, so that there was one perpetual round of mirth, and song, and dancing in that hospitable shade.
The Independent, Volume 53

How calm the night, how still the trees,—
These linden-trees that scent the air,
And with their verdure love to grace
The fairest town of all Isere.
The collected poems of Samuel Waddington
By Samuel Waddington

A Year later the linden trees surrounding the old Orwid Chateau were covered with scented blossom. Millions of bees circulated among the large boughs, while beneath them worked many caravans of industrious ants and several laborious people. Notwithstanding the warm noon, no one was lazy, even old Filomen pretended to be busy, walking from room to room and wiping imaginary dust from the furniture.

The linden trees looked into the open windows, throwing waves of honey-sweet scent and silvery petals into the rooms; the bees, encouraged by the tranquillity in the house, were bold enough to reach as far as the bald head of the butler; he could not hear them.
Devaytis: a novel
By Maria Rodziewiczówna


"It is the Wood of Faerie

With linden-fragrance breathing, The wondrous spell of the weird moonlight Around my heart is wreathing.

I wander on, and as I stray

A song comes downward ringing:

It is the nightingale, of love
And of lovers sorrow singing,

Of love and of love's agony,

Of laughter and of weeping; So sad, so sweet—across my heart

Forgotten dreams come sweeping."

Translation from HEINE.

Not far from our house stood a large building with many towers. The house had many windows, and these were hung with crimson silk and gold tassels. All round the court-yard stood linden trees, and the turf was strewed with their fragrant, white blossoms. Often I had looked in there, and in the evenings when the linden perfume was so sweet, and the windows lighted, and I saw forms moving here and there like shadows, and the music sounded, and carriages came driving along and ladies and gentlemen alighted aud hurried up the steps, I could not help asking myself "Why do you not go in too?"
Poems and translations
By Mary Morgan

For the apiarist these hard-timbered sections are particularly inviting, because the immense forests of linden, with large quantities of raspberry and blackberry bushes, and, in the fall, acres of fire-weed, goldenrod and asters furnish pasturage that cannot be excelled. The most beautiful and finest flavored honey the writer ever saw was produced in central Oceana county from the blossoms of the wild raspberry. The honey from this plant is very clear, sparkling, thick, remains liquid a long time, and possesses a very delicate and agreeable flavor; the yield is also extraordinary. The great linden forests send forth a rich perfume from their millions of tassel-like blossoms, which appear during the early part of July, and then the bees have a royal feast, the yield in good seasons being enormous. A neighbor secured an average of nearly 200 pounds of honey to the hive for several seasons in succession, obtaining at the same time a rapid increase in his stock. One of his hives yielded him 526 pounds of liquid honey in one season. The success of the writer in Northern Michigan lias tempted him more than once to return to this portion of our State from which other considerations called him. Frank Benton.