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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! - William Allingham, Wishing--A Child's Song The primrose banks now fair! - Robert Burns, My 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. - Benjamin Disraeli, 1st Earl of Beaconsfield, Lothair (ch. XIII) Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. - Oliver 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? - Robert Herrick, To Primroses 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. - John Keats (1), I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill 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 bluster to the fight, Thee on his bank he threw To mark his victory. - Henry Kirke White, To an Early Primrose The Primrose for a veil had spread The largest of her upright leaves; And thus for purposes benign, A simple flower deceives. - William Wordsworth, A Wren's Nest Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. - William Wordsworth, Foresight A primrose by a river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. - William Wordsworth, Peter Bell (pt. I, st. 12)
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