Thomas Moore on Oranges

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“Beneath some orange-trees, Whose fruit and blossoms in the breeze Were wantoning together free, Like age at play with infancy.”
Thomas Moore
“If I were yonder orange-tree And thou the blossom blooming there, I would not yield a breath of thee To scent the most imploring air!”
Thomas Moore
“'Twas noon; and every orange bud Hung languid o'er the crystal flood, Faint as the lids of maiden eyes Beneath a lover's burning sighs!”
Thomas Moore