|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Apple (Pyrus Malus)|
| What plant we in this apple tree?|
Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
To load the May-winds restless wings,
When, from the orchard-row, he pours
Its fragrance through our open doors;
A world of blossoms for the bee,
Flowers for the sick girls silent room,
For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
We plant with the apple tree.
BryantThe Planting of the Apple Tree.
|Like to the apples on the Dead Seas shore,|
All ashes to the taste.
ByronChilde Harold. Canto III. St. 34.
|Art thou the topmost apple|
The gatherers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
Shall I not take thee?
Bliss CarmanTrans. of Sappho. 53.
| Theres plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when youve got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when theyve got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they make a mouth at you, and say thank you most to death, but there aint a-going to be no core.|
S. L. Clemens (Mark Twain)Tom Sawyer Abroad. Ch. I.
|Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.|
Wm. Wallace HarneyAdonais.
| And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarerapples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.|
Nath. HawthorneMosses from an Old Manse. The Old Manse. Times vicissitude.
|The Blossoms and leaves in plenty|
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.
HeineBook of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 63.
|To satisfy the sharp desire I had|
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolvd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quickend at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 584.
|Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,|
But turns to ashes on the lips!
MooreLalla Rookh. The Fire Worshippers. L. 1,018.
|Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough|
A-top on the topmost twigwhich the pluckers forgot, somehow
Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
RossettiBeauty. A combination from Sappho.
|The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge|
By woman were pluckd, and she still wears the prize
To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college
I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes.
Horace and James SmithRejected Addresses. The Living Lustres, by T. M. 5.
|How we apples swim.|
| After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples, and might signify no more at first: but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits.|
Sir Wm. TempleOn Gardening.