C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • The apple blossoms’ shower of pearl,
  • Though blent with rosier hue,
  • As beautiful as woman’s blush,
  • As evanescent, too.
  • L. E. Landon.

  • What plant we in this apple tree?
  • Sweets for a hundred flowery springs
  • To load the May-wind’s restless wings,
  • When, from the orchard-row, he pours
  • Its fragrance though our open doors;
  • A world of blossoms for the bee,
  • Flowers for the sick girl’s silent room,
  • For the glad infant sprigs of bloom,
  • We plant with the apple tree.
  • Bryant.

    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 wayfarer—apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of time’s vicissitude.

    Nath. Hawthorne.