The groves were God's first temples. [ Bryant ]

The foxglove, with its stately bells,
Of purple, shall adorn thy dells;
The wallflower, on each rifted rock,
From liberal blossoms shall breathe down,
(Gold blossoms frecked with iron-brown,)
Its fragrance; while the hollyhock,
The pink, and the carnation vie
With lupin and with lavender.
To decorate the fading year;
And larkspurs, many-hued, shall drive
Gloom from the groves, where red leaves lie.
And Nature seems but half alive. [ D. M. Moir ]

Through the lone groves would pace in solemn mood.
Wooing the pensive charms of solitude. [ Pye ]

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost! [ Pope ]