|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,|
A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the elm-tree for our king!
Wm. AllinghamWishing. A Childs Song.
|The primrose banks how fair!|
BurnsMy Chloris, Mark How Green the Groves.
| I could have brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with anything.|
They say primroses make a capital salad, said Lord St. Jerome.
Benj. DisraeliLothair. Ch. XIII.
|Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,|
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
GoldsmithThe Deserted Village. L. 329.
|Why doe ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears|
Speak griefe in you,
Who were but borne
Just as the modest morne
Teemed her refreshing dew?
| A tuft of evening primroses,|
Oer which the mind may hover till it dozes;
Oer which it well might take a pleasant sleep,
But that tis ever startled by the leap
Of buds into ripe flowers.
KeatsI Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill.
With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves care.
George MacDonaldWild Flowers.
|Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire!|
Whose modest form, so delicately fine,
Was nursed in whirling storms,
And cradled in the winds.
Thee when young spring first questiond winters sway,
And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight,
Thee on his bank he threw
To mark his victory.
Henry irke WhiteTo an Early Primrose.
|A primrose by a rivers brim,|
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
WordsworthPeter Bell. Pt. I. St. 12.
|Primroses, the Spring may love them;|
Summer knows but little of them.
|The Primrose for a veil had spread|
The largest of her upright leaves;
And thus for purposes benign,
A simple flower deceives.
WordsworthA Wrens Nest.