ACACIA. 



(Continued.) 



The friends thou hast, and their adoption try'd, 

 Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel. Shaks. 



Old friends, like old swords, are trusted best. Webster. 

 Be good and friendly still, and oft return. . . Milton. 



ACACIA, White. 

 R. Pseudo acacia. 

 Common Locust Tree. 



Elegance. 



Trifles themselves are elegant in him. 



Pope. 



To these resistless grace impart, 



That look of sweetness fbrm'd to please, 



That elegance devoid of art, 



That dignity that 's lost in ease. . . . Cartwright. 



So soft, so elegant, so fair, 



Sure something more than human 's there. 



Smollet. 



ACACIA, Yellow. 



Concealed love. Hard is the fate of him who loves, 



Yet dares not tell his trembling pain. . . Thomson. 



Much he laboured to conceal 

 That gentle passion of the breast, 

 Which all can feign, but few can feel. 



Ingenuous fears suppress'd the flame, 

 Yet still he own'd its hidden power, 



With transport dwelling on her name, 



He sooth'd the solitary hour. . . . Cartwrighl. 



How long must I conceal, 

 What yet my heart could wish were known ? 

 How long the truest passion feel, 



And yet that passion fear to own ? 



Carlwright. 



Fire, that 's closest kept, burns most of all. . . Shaks. 



Nor less was she in heart affected, 

 But that she masked it with modesty, 

 For fear she should of lightness be detected. 



Spencer's Faery Queen. 



She felt his flame ; but deep within her breast, 



In bashful coyness, or in maiden pride, 



The soft return conceal'd ; save when it stole 



In sidelong glances from her down-cast eye, 



Or from her swelling soul in stifled sighs. Thomson. 



She long'd her hidden passion to reveal, 

 And tell her pains, but had not words to tell : 

 She can't begin, but waits for the rebound, 

 To catch his voice, and to return the sound. 



Addisorfs Ovid. 



