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Trees And Plants-Acacia: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Bk. VI. The lawn, Which, after sweeping broadly round the house, Went trickling through the shrubberies in a stream Of tender turf, and wore and lost itself Among the acacias, over which you saw The irregular line of elms by the deep lane Which stopped the grounds and dammed the overflow Of arbutus and laurel.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. I.
Pluck the acacia's golden balls, And mark where the red pomegranate falls. C.— JULIA C. R. DORR — Under the
Palm-Trees. Light-leaved acacias, by the door, Stood up in balmy air, Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore, And breathed a perfume rare.— GEORGE MACDONALD — Song of the Spring Nights. Pt. I.
Our rocks are rough, but smiling there Th' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less For flow'ring in a wilderness.— MOORE — Lalla Rookh. Light of the
Harem. Song. 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 — Maud. Pt. XXII. St. 8.
Almond. Amygdalus communis. Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Almond Blossoms.
TREES AND PLANTS-APPLE. 611 Blossom of the almond trees, April's gift to April's bees.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Almond Blossoms.
With a bee in every bell, Almond bloom, we greet thee well.— EDWIN ARNOLD — Almond Blossoms.
White as the blossoms which the almond tree, Above its bald and leafless branches bears.— MARGARET J. PRESTON — The Royal Preacher. St. 5.
Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily; Whose tender locks do tremble every one, At everie little breath, that under heaven is blowne.— SPENSER — Faerie Queen. Bk. I. Canto VII. St. 32.
Apple. Pyrus Malus. What plant we in this apple tree? Sweets for a hundred flowery springs To load the May-wind's restless wings, When, from the orchard-row, he pours Its fragrance through our open doors; A world of blossoms for the bee, Flowers for the sick girl's silent room, For the glad infant sprigs of bloom, We plant with the apple tree.— BRYANT — The Planting of the Apple
Tree. And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer-apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of time's vicissitude.— NATH. HAWTHORNE — Mosses from an
Old Manse. The Old Manse. The blossoms and leaves in plenty From the apple tree fall each day; The merry breezes approach them, And with them merrily play.— HEINE — Book of Songs. Lyrical Interlude. No. 63.
Fragrant blossoms fringe the apple boughs.— AMELIA B. WELBY — Hopeless Love.