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My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was actually twelve miles from a lemon.

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But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.

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Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

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Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched.

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The ripest fruit first falls.

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Superfluous branches
We lop away, that bearing boughs may live.

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The barberry and currant must escape
Though her small clusters imitate the grape.

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The ripest peach is highest on the tree.

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The great white pear-tree dropped with dew from leaves
And blossom, under heavens of happy blue.

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