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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Breath Of The Briar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O briar-scents, on yon wet wing<br>Of warm South-west wind brushing by,<br>You mind me of the sweetest thing<br>That ever mingled frank and shy:<br>When she and I, by love enticed,<br>Beneath the orchard-apples met,<br>In equal halves a ripe one sliced,<br>And smelt the juices ere we ate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=396716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That apple of the briar-scent,<br>Among our lost in Britain now,<br>Was green of rind, and redolent<br>Of sweetness as a milking cow.<br>The briar gives it back, well nigh<br>The damsel with her teeth on it;<br>Her twinkle between frank and shy,<br>My thirst to bite where she had bit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a></strong></div>

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