APPLAUSE
Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
Popular Applause! what heart of man
Is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world, is the highest applause.
The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
They threw their caps
As they would hang them on the horns o' the moon,
Shouting their emulation.
I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause, and Aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion,
That does affect it.
Vos valete et plaudite.
Fare ye well, and give us your applause.
APPLE
Pyrus Malus
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 through 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.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,
All ashes to the taste.
Art thou the topmost apple
The gatherers could reach,
Reddening on the bough?
Shall I not take thee?
There's plenty of boys that will come hankering and gruvvelling around when you've got an apple, and beg the core off you; but when they've got one, and you beg for the core, and remind them how you give them a core one time, they make a mouth at you, and say thank you 'most to death, but there ain't a-going to be no core.
Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.
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.
The Blossoms and leaves in plenty
From the apple tree fall each day;
The merry breezes approach them,
And with them merrily play.
To satisfy the sharp desire I had
Of tasting those fair apples, I resolv'd
Not to defer; hunger and thirst at once
Powerful persuaders, quicken'd at the scent
Of that alluring fruit, urged me so keen.
Like Dead Sea fruit that tempts the eye,
But turns to ashes on the lips!
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough
A-top on the topmost twig—which the pluckers forgot, somehow—
Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge
By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize
To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college—
I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes.
How we apples swim.
After the conquest of Afric, Greece, the lesser
Asia, and Syria were brought into Italy all the
sorts of their Mala, which we interprete apples,
and might signify no more at first; but were afterwards applied to many other foreign fruits.
