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.

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 our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.

Art thou the topmost apple The gathers could reach, Reddening on the bough? Shall I not take thee?

How we apples swim.

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.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

Oh! happy are the apples when the south winds blow.

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. - Horace Smith and James Smith,

The Blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.