A little peach in an orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew.
A little peach in an orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew.
Keep cold, young orchard. Goodbye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below.
In an orchard there should be enough to eat, enough to lay up, enough to be stolen, and enough to rot on the ground.
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.
In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet....
A real writer learns from earlier writers the way a boy learns from an apple orchard by stealing what he has a taste for and can carry off.
A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.
He lives out in Orchard Park. I mean, to be able to sit on the bench so patiently, for whatever part, and to be able to get up and do something, with such heroic competencies would be great.
We could not guard every water pipeline from being blown up and every tree from being uprooted. We could not prevent every murder of a worker in an orchard or a family in their beds.
Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.
I am going a long way With these thou sestif indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
April O fair mid-spring, besung so oft and oft, How can I praise thy loveliness enow Thy sun that burns not, and thy breezes soft That o'er the blossoms of the orchard blow, The thousand things that 'neath the young leaves grow, The hopes and chances of.
Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1000 apple trees agrowing.
My earliest memory is dreamlike: in a small orchard or garden I am carried on the arm, I believe, of my father; there was a group of grown-ups, my mother among them, and the group was slowly walking in the orchard, it seems toward the house.
... store of bees, in a dry and warme beehouse, comely made of fir boards, to sing, and sit, and feede upon your flowers and sprouts, make a pleasant noyse and sight. For cleanly and innocent bees, of all other things, love and become, and thrive in your orchard. If they thrive (as they must needs if your gardiner be skilfull, and love them for they love their friends and hate none but their enemies) they will besides the pleasure, yeeld great profit, to pay him his wages yea the increase of twenty stock of stools with other bees, will keep your orchard.
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