The house, the bit of the world it gave upon, seemed a part of her life, the containing husk of all the fruitage born to her.
"Country Neighbors" by Alice Brown
But its better fruitage added an element to the composite American type which could not and cannot be spared.
"The Negro and the Nation" by George S. Merriam
A land of leaf and fruitage in the glow Of palest glamours steeped.
"Lilith" by Ada Langworthy Collier
If I procure cuttings of a good apple, what shall I do with them that they may give me of their fruitage?
"The Apple-Tree" by L. H. Bailey
Yet would we expect from either system the same social fruitage that has been harvested from our American yeomanry?
"Chapters in Rural Progress" by Kenyon L. Butterfield
Cooperation, mutual service, is its fruitage.
"The Higher Powers of Mind and Spirit" by Ralph Waldo Trine
When the husbandman beholds his vines entering into leafage and blossom, he nurtures them on into fruitage.
"A Man's Value to Society" by Newell Dwight Hillis
Plants are thus kept in the dark in order to reserve their fruitage for a fitter season.
"Legends of the Saxon Saints" by Aubrey de Vere
They give promise of an early generous fruitage.
"Solaris Farm" by Milan C. Edson
We must ever be content to spend our labor upon beginnings, thankful for such fruitage as may appear from time to time.
"The Making of a Country Parish" by Harlow S. (Harlow Spencer) Mills
For her beauty hath but ripened
In such wise as the pomegranate
Putteth by her crown of blossoms,
For her richer crown of fruitage.
"Don Pedrillo" by Emma Lazarus
So shall that life the fruitage yield
Which trees of healing only give,
And green-leafed in the Eternal field
Of God, forever live!
"My Namesake" by John Greenleaf Whittier
This is the hour when buds prepare to break,
When blossoms fruitage take;
This is the hour of breathing ere the heat
O'ertake our wearied feet.
"Preparation" by Annie Adams Fields
Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
And find a harvest-home of light.
"He Liveth Long Who Liveth Well" by Horatius Bonar
This I recall now even while I mourn;
The Lord of life has lifted him and borne
From mountain-cold and wintry air
To fruitage fair
In warmth eternal.
"Lector Thaasen" by Bjornstjerne Bjornson
O red pomegranate of thy perfect mouth!
My lips' life-fruitage, might I taste and die
Here in thy garden, where the scented south
Wind chastens agony;
""Cease smilng, Dear! a little while be sad "" by Ernest Christopher Dowson