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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Orange</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The month was June, the day was hot,<br>And Philip had an orange got,<br>The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,<br>Refreshing to the smell and sight;<br>Not of that puny size which calls<br>Poor customers to common stalls,<br>But large and massy, full of juice,<br>As any Lima can produce.<br>The liquor would, if squeezëd out,<br>Have filled a tumbler-thereabout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The happy boy, with greedy eyes,<br>Surveys and re-surveys his prize.<br>He turns it round, and longs to drain,<br>And with the juice his lips to stain,<br>His throat and lips were parched with heat;<br>The orange seemed to cry, Come eat,<br>He from his pocket draws a knife-<br>When in his thoughts there rose a strife,<br>Which folks experience when they wish<br>Yet scruple to begin a dish,<br>And by their hesitation own<br>It is too good to eat alone.<br>But appetite o'er indecision<br>Prevails, and Philip makes incision.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The melting fruit in quarters came,-<br>Just then there passëd by a dame,<br>One of the poorer sort she seemed,<br>As by her garb you would have deemed,-<br>Who in her toil-worn arms did hold<br>A sickly infant ten months old;<br>That from a fever, caught in spring,<br>Was slowly then recovering.<br>The child, attracted by the view<br>Of that fair orange, feebly threw<br>A languid look-perhaps the smell<br>Convinced it that there sure must dwell<br>A corresponding sweetness there,<br>Where lodged a scent so good and rare-<br>Perhaps the smell the fruit did give<br>Felt healing and restorative-<br>For never had the child been graced<br>To know such dainties by their taste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When Philip saw the infant crave,<br>He straightway to the mother gave<br>His quartered orange; nor would stay<br>To hear her thanks, but tripped away.<br>Then to the next clear spring he ran<br>To quench his drought, a happy man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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And Philip had an orange got,
The fruit was fragrant, tempting, bright,
Refreshing to the smell and sight;
Not of that puny size which calls
Poor customers to common stalls,
But large and massy, full of juice,
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