And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-coloured may.Percy Bysshe Shelley: 1822 'The Question', stanza 3.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.Oberon, scene i
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but sticketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, tut bitter is bis pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.Edmund Spenser, Amoretti, Sonnet XXVI.
Here eglantine embalm'd the air, Hawthorne and hazel mingled there; The primrose pale, and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and nightshade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Group'd their dark hues with every stain The weather-beaten crags retain.Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake, Canto I, Stanza 12.
Yet here's eglantine, Here's ivy!, take them as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.Elizabeth Barrett Browning, translated from the Portuguese. XLIV.
I know a bank, where the wild thyme blows Where ox-lips, and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream (c. 1595-96), Act II, scene 1, line 251. Changed by Stervens to "whereon the wild thyme blows," and "luscious woodbine" to "lush woodbine".
Rain-scented eglantine Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun.John Keats, Endymion (1818), Book I, line 100.
Wild-rose, Sweetbriar, Eglantine, All these pretty names are mine, And scent in every leaf is mine, And a leaf for all is mine, And the scent Oh, that's divine! Happy-sweet and pungent fine, Pure as dew, and pick'd as wine.Leigh Hunt, Songs and Chorus of the Flowers, Sweetbriar.
The fresh eglantine exhaled a breath, Those odours were of power to raise from death.John Dryden, The Flower and the Leaf, line 96.