1 They fell into a clever girl's hand just like the ripe peaches at Tara when the trees were gently shaken.
2 But ripe buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends.
3 For leagues and leagues it undulated round us, so that we seemed to be sailing through boundless fields of ripe and golden wheat.
4 Dropping his spade, he thrust both hands in, and drew out handfuls of something that looked like ripe Windsor soap, or rich mottled old cheese; very unctuous and savory withal.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 91. The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud. 5 Before we left, Peter put ripe cucumbers into a sack for Mrs. Shimerda and gave us a lard-pail full of milk to cook them in.
6 I slept that night in the room I used to have when I was a little boy, with the summer wind blowing in at the windows, bringing the smell of the ripe fields.
My Antonia By Willa CatherContext Highlight In BOOK 4. The Pioneer Woman's Story: III 7 The orchard seemed full of sun, like a cup, and we could smell the ripe apples on the trees.
8 Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach.
9 The door here opened, and a little short, round, pin-cushiony woman stood at the door, with a cheery, blooming face, like a ripe apple.
10 I found plenty strawberries, ripe and prime; and green summer grapes, and green razberries; and the green blackberries was just beginning to show.
11 I was glad the way it come out, too, because crabapples ain't ever good, and the p'simmons wouldn't be ripe for two or three months yet.
12 These apples were always counted, and about the time when they began to grow ripe it was found that every night one of them was gone.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE GOLDEN BIRD 13 'Shake me, shake me, I pray; my apples, one and all, are ripe,' it cried.
14 In this garden stood a fine large pear-tree full of ripe fruit; and Ashputtel, not knowing where to hide herself, jumped up into it without being seen.
15 Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or Chios, Mercedes boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jet, and ripe, round, coral lips.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 5. The Marriage-Feast.