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.
The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives.william wordsworth
Bring the rathe Primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale gessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears: Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.john milton
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelessly.john milton
Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe Primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.john milton
Now when the Primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!william wordsworth
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the Primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.william shakespeare
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of Primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.jean ingelow
Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale Primrose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins.william shakespeare
The daisy, Primrose, violet darkly blue; And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes.james thomson
Now blooms the lily by the bank, The Primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, And milkwhite is the slae.Robert Burns
The snowdrop and Primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.Robert Burns
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the Primrose peeps beneath the thorn.Oliver Goldsmith
A Primrose by a river's brim, A yellow Primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.william wordsworth
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