primrose (n.)
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.
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
Merry springtime's harbinger.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
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.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
A primrose by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
