C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • Light-leaved acacias, by the door,
  • Stood up in balmy air,
  • Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore,
  • And breathed a perfume rare.
  • George MacDonald.

  • Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
  • The acacia waves her yellow hair,
  • Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
  • For flow’ring in a wilderness.
  • Moore.

  • A great acacia, with its slender trunk
  • And overpoise of multitudinous leaves,
  • (In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
  • And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
  • Stood reconciling all the place with green.
  • E. B. Browning.

  • The slender acacia would not shake
  • One long milk-bloom on the tree;
  • The white lake-blossom fell into the lake
  • As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
  • But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
  • Knowing your promise to me;
  • The lilies and roses were all awake,
  • They sighed for the dawn and thee.
  • Tennyson.

  • Pluck the acacia’s golden balls,
  • And mark where the red pomegranate falls.
  • Julia C. R. Dorr.