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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354819" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Basket of Summer Fruit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">First see those ample melons-brindled o'er<br>With mingled green and brown is all the rind;<br>For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,<br>And saturate with the nectar of their kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here their fellows of the marsh are set,<br>Covering their sweetness with a crumpled skin;<br>Pomegranates next, flame-red without, and yet<br>With vegetable crystals stored within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then mark these brilliant oranges, of which<br>A by-gone Poet fancifully said,<br>Their unplucked globes the orchard did enrich<br>Like Lolden lamps in a green nilht of shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With these are lemons that are even more<br>Golden than they, and which adorn our Rhyme,<br>As did rough pendants of barbaric ore<br>Some pillared temple of the olden time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And here are peaches with their ruddy cheeks<br>And ripe transparency. Here nectarines bloom,<br>All mottled as with discontinuous streaks.<br>And spread a fruity fragrance through the room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With these are cherries mellow to the stone;<br>Into such ripeness bath the summer nursed them,<br>The velvet pressure of the tongue alone<br>Against the palate were enough to burst them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here too are plums, like edible rubies glowing -<br>The language of lush summer's Eden theme:<br>Even through the skin how temptingly keeps showing<br>Their juicy comfort, a rich-clouded gleam!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here too are figs, pears, apples (plucked in haste<br>Our summer treat judiciously to vary)<br>With apricots, so exquisite in taste,<br>And yellow as the breast of a canary. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And luscious strawberries all faceted<br>With glittering lobes-and all the lovelier seen<br>In contrast with the loquat's duller red,<br>And vulgar gooseberry's unlustrous green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lastly, bunches of rich blooded grapes<br>Whose vineyard bloom even yet about them clings.<br>Though ever in the handling it escapes<br>Like the fine down upon a moth's bright wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each kind is piled in order in the Basket,<br>Which we might well imagine now to be<br>Transmuted into a great golden casket<br>Entreasuring Pomona's jewelry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.

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