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Flowers-Primrose: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

The primrose opes its eye, And the young moth flutters by.— ELIZA COOK — Christmas Tide.

"Three bunches a penny, primroses!" Oh, dear is the greeting of Spring, When she offers her dew-spangled posiés, The fairest creation can bring.— ELIZA COOK — Journal. Old Cries. Vol. VIII. St. 11.

"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. DISRAELI — Lothair. Ch. XIII.

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.— GOLDSMITH — The 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?— HERRICK — To Primroses.

Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves' care.— GEORGE MACDONALD — Wild 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 question'd winter's sway, And dared the sturdy blusterer to the fight, Thee on his bank he threw To mark his victory.— HENRY KIRKE WHITE — To an Early

Primrose. A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.— WORDSWORTH — Peter Bell. Pt. I. St. 12.

Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them.— WORDSWORTH — Foresight.

The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. S.— WORDSWORTH — A Wren's Nest.

Primrose, Evening. Enothera. A tuft of evening primroses, O'er which the mind may hover till it dozes; O'er which it well might take a pleasant sleep, But that 'tis ever startled by the leap Of buds into ripe flowers.— KEATS — I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little

Hill. Reed. Phragmites. Those tall flowering-reeds which stand, In Arno like a sheaf of sceptres, left By some remote dynasty of dead gods.— E. B. BROWNING — Aurora Leigh. Bk. VII.

Rhodora. Rhodora. In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being: Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose! I never thought to ask, I never knew; But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there brought you.— EMERSON — The Rhodora.

Rose. Rosa. She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.— THOS. HAYNES BAYLY — She Wore a

Wreath of Roses. The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.— THOS. HAYNES BAYLY — The Rose

That all are Praising. Thus to the Rose, the Thistle : Why art thou not of thistle-breed? Of use thou'dst, then, be truly, For asses might upon thee feed.— F. N. BODENSTEDT — The Rose and Thistle. Trans. from the German

by Frederick Ricord. The full-blown rose, mid dewy sweets Most perfect dies. MARIA BROOKs-Written on Seeing Pharamond.