“The primroses were over.”
Richard Adam
“Their smiles, / Wan as primroses gathered at midnight / By chilly-fingered Spring.”
John Keats
“The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.”
Robert Burns
“A primrose by a river's brimA yellow primrose was to him,And it was nothing more.”
William Wordsworth
“Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, / And sweet thyme true, / Primrose, first born child of Ver, / Merry Spring-time's harbinger.”
Francis Beaumont
“How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.”
Jean Ingelow
“Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.”
Oliver Goldsmith
