|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|The happy bells shall ring Marguerite;|
The summer birds shall sing Marguerite;
You smile but you shall wear
Orange blossoms in your hair, Marguerite.
T. B. AldrichWedded.
|Kennst du das Land wo die Citronen blühen,|
Im dunkeln Laub die Gold-Orangen glühn,
Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht
Die Myrtle still und hoch der Lorbeer steht?
Kennst du es wohl?
Möcht ich mit dir, O mein Geliebter, ziehn.
Knowest thou the land where the lemon-trees flourish, where amid the shadowed leaves the golden oranges glisten,a gentle zephyr breathes from the blue heavens, the myrtle is motionless, and the laurel rises high? Dost thou know it well? Thither, thither, fain would I fly with thee, O my beloved!
GoetheWilhelm Meister. Mignons Lied.
|Yes, sing the song of the orange-tree,|
With its leaves of velvet green:
With its luscious fruit of sunset hue,
The fairest that ever were seen;
The grape may have its bacchanal verse,
To praise the fig we are free;
But homage I pay to the queen of all,
The glorious orange-tree.
J. K. HoytThe Orange-Tree.
|If I were yonder orange-tree|
And thou the blossom blooming there,
I would not yield a breath of thee
To scent the most imploring air!
MooreIf I Were Yonder Wave, My Dear.
|Twas noon; and every orange bud|
Hung languid oer the crystal flood,
Faint as the lids of maiden eyes
Beneath a lovers burning sighs!
MooreI Stole Along the Flowery Bank.
| Beneath some orange-trees,|
Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze
Were wantoning together free,
Like age at play with infancy.
MooreLalla Rookh. Paradise and the Peri.