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THE LEGEND OF THE ALMOND TREE. 177
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XXVII.—THE LEGEND OF THE ALMOND TBEE.
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«¦ " D^mophoon ! Deniophoon!" Mount Rhod...
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. Vii. King Pikje Apphe. "The King* Neve...
of so many parts , and all distinguishable . WKen you bite a piece of the fruit it is so violently sharp as you would think it would
fetch all the skin off your mouth , but before your tongue have made a second tryal , upon your palate you shall perceive such a
sweetnesse to follow as perfectly to cure that vigorous sharpness ; and between these two extremes of sharp and sweet lies the relish
and flavor of all fruits that are excellent : and those tastes will change and flow so fast upon your palate as your fancy can hardly
keep way with them , to distinguish the one from the other , and this at least to a tenth examination , for so long the echo will last . "
Not ambrosia itself could more than merit such poetry of the palate as thisand if the object which inspired can indeed realize itthen
surely , the fabled land of the Lotos-eaters could have been no , other
than a place of pine apples .
The Legend Of The Almond Tree. 177
THE LEGEND OF THE ALMOND TREE . 177
Xxvii.—The Legend Of The Almond Tbee.
XXVII . —THE LEGEND OF THE ALMOND TBEE .
«¦ " D^Mophoon ! Deniophoon!" Mount Rhod...
_«¦ " D _^ mophoon ! Deniophoon !" Mount Rhodope renews the moan ;
And _Hsenms' heights from cliff to cliff . Re-echo back the plaintive groan .
" Deniophoon ! Deniophoon !" Proud Hebrus swells in sympathy
Forgets awhile his golden sands , , And sobs and murmurs piteously .
The sad . ZEgean bears the cry Through all its thousand island caves :
The Nereids cease their wreathed dance , To . listen to the moaning waves .
Poor Th Ph lover yllis , hears hush;— and far heeds , far thee away not ;
Perchance y for some Athenian maid Thou and thy love have been forgot .
DIRGE . " Raise the funeral pyre on high
, Torches bring and perfumed wood , Build it where the violets lie ,
In the woodland solitude . * Gentl Lift y her lif t from the the royal fat maiden al deep ,
; With the pangs of love o _v erladen She has sought eternal sleep .
44 Eros hover round her still , Hermes of the magic wand
_. Guide her wandering shade until She has passed the Styg " ian strand .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), May 1, 1861, page 177, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01051861/page/33/
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