The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd... Poems: Vol. I. - Page 155 by Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 pages Full view -
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