<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348373" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Harvest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing<br>With the merry cricket's singing,<br>Oft to mark with curious eye<br>If the vine-tree's time be nigh:<br>Here is now the fruit whose birth<br>Cost a throe to Mother Earth.<br>Sweet it is, too, to be telling,<br>How the luscious figs are swelling;<br>Then to riot without measure<br>In the rich, nectareous treasure,<br>While our grateful voices chime,--<br>Happy season! blessed time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aristophanes">Aristophanes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=348373" data-title="The Harvest de Aristophanes" data-description="Oh, 'tis sweet, when fields are ringing With the merry cricket's singing, Oft to mark with curious eye If the vine-tree's time be nigh: Here is now the fruit whose birth Cost a throe to Mother Earth. Sweet it is, too, to be telling, How the luscio..."></div> </div> </div>

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