fox grape


  • The Fox and the Grapes
    The Fox and the Grapes
  • WordNet 3.6
    • n fox grape purplish-black wild grape of the eastern United States with tough skins that slip easily from the flesh; cultivated in many varieties
    • n fox grape native grape of northeastern United States; origin of many cultivated varieties e.g. Concord grapes
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Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary
    • Fox grape (Bot) the name of two species of American grapes. The northern fox grape (Vitis Labrusca) is the origin of the varieties called Isabella Concord Hartford, etc., and the southern fox grape (Vitis vulpina) has produced the Scuppernong, and probably the Catawba.
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In literature:

That's the old story of the fox and the grapes.
"A Young Girl's Diary" by An Anonymous Young Girl
They were as far away as the grapes from the fox of the fable.
"The Castaways" by Captain Mayne Reid
How about the fox and the grapes?
"Blue Jackets" by George Manville Fenn
"Favourite Fables in Prose and Verse" by Various
But, alas, these were like the grapes the fox found sour, most of them hung high above their reach.
"Chicken Little Jane" by Lily Munsell Ritchie
Jake held the narrow dugout steady by a grip upon a fox-grape tendril.
"The Escape of Mr. Trimm" by Irvin S. Cobb
Little foxes are very destructive, and often spoil grape-vines.
"Light On the Child's Path" by William Allen Bixler
"The Fables of Phædrus" by Phaedrus
He was a wise fox, my dear Charlie, who thought the grapes were sour when he could not reach them.
"Forgotten Tales of Long Ago" by E. V. Lucas
The foxes ate both of the mulberries and of the grapes.
"Aino Folk-Tales" by Basil Hall Chamberlain

In poetry:

I could not reach you, if I would,
Nor sit among your cloudy shapes;
And (spare the fable of the grapes
And fox) I would not if I could.
"To James T. Fields" by John Greenleaf Whittier
Wild-ginger; wahoo, with its wan balloons;
And brakes of briers of a twilight green;
And fox-grapes plumed with summer; and strung moons
Of mandrake flowers between.
"The Wood" by Madison Julius Cawein
"I will not try the grapes to-day,"
He said. "My appetite is
Fastidious, and, anyway,
I fear appendicitis."
(The fox was one of the elite
Who call it site instead of seet.)
"The Ambitious Fox And The Unapproachable Grapes" by Guy Wetmore Carryl
Now golden celandine
Is hairy hung with silvery sacks of seeds.
And bugled o'er with freckled gold, like beads.
Beneath the fox-grape vine,
The jewel-weed's blossoms shine.
"July" by Madison Julius Cawein
One day a fox, on thieving bent,
A crafty and an old one,
Most shrewdly tracked the pungent scent
That eloquently told one
That grapes were ripe and grapes were good
And likewise in the neighborhood.
"The Ambitious Fox And The Unapproachable Grapes" by Guy Wetmore Carryl
If I could glimpse him by the vine
Where purple fox-grapes hang their store,
I'd tell him, in his leafy shrine,
How poets say he lives no more.
He'd laugh, and pluck a muscadine,
And fall to piping, as of yore!
""If I Could Glimpse Him"" by John Charles McNeill

In news:

The ambitious fox and the unattainable grapes.
After reading the letters from Walt Auvil and Jean Grapes about Fox News, I had to respond.