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Primrose features
Bountiful Primroses, With outspread heart that needs the rough leaves’ care. (George MacDonald)
When we see the sweet primrose return, Which brings the rain. (Joachim du Bellay)
Just the first lark hello There was a clear call from the sky, Already the earliest primrose From the golden diapers flashed. (Adam Mickiewicz)
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. (John Milton)
Barely has the snow become water to hydrate the soil, than the primrose opens. She is the colour of soft baby dreams, of clouds infused with gold and stirred with milk. In the middle is hearty tangerine, as if she blushed from the first kiss of spring. I take a moment feel the almost-silent happiness that comes from this simple flower, for in all this crazy world she has the courage to bloom so boldly. (Angela Abraham)
Different from all other essences in the world the smell of primroses has a sweetness that is faint and tremulous, and yet possesses a sort of tragic intensity. There exists in this flower, its soft petals, its cool, crinkled leaves, its pinkish stalk that breaks at a touch, something which seems able to pour its whole self into the scent it flings on the air. Other flowers have petals that are fragrant. The primrose has something more than that. The primrose throws its very life into this essence of itself which travels upon the air. (John Cowper Powys)
“They say primroses make a capital salad,” said Lord St. Jerome. (Benjamin Disraeli)
Love and primroses
From then on began for Eugenie the primrose of love. (Honoré de Balzac)
Oh honey, there’s nothing new on this earth when it comes to what men and women do in the dark. First love is when you learn. So you’ve learned that love can open you up like spring sun on a wee primrose. Good. Remember that. You know how to love. (Federico Garcia Lorca)
Do you see how love works wonders, that when the snow has melted, where a pair of lovers rested, the first primroses sprout? (Robert Hamerling)
I will make priceless bouquets of words — Such gifts are placed at the foot of Madonnas — And I will give you the transparency of an anemone, Veronica blue, lilac and primroses… (Louis Aragon)
Primrose path
The primrose way to the everlasting bonfire. (William Shakespeare)
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. (William Shakespeare)
I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes.I lived on honeycomb. (Oscar Wilde)
The route from the desire for rationality via the desire for objectivity to descriptivism is a well trodden one; but it is nevertheless a primrose path; for, as we shall see, it leads those who follow it into one or another form of relativism, which is precisely what these thinkers are trying to avoid. They can only avoid it by retracing their steps. (Stuart Shanker)
Fiction and primroses
If I remain unpublished, it will be the punishment of all the crowns I have braided myself in my primrose. (Gustave Flaubert)
The laurels of authorship are worth the winning largely because there is no primrose path leading to them. (Frederic Taber Cooper)
… and Longfellow had found the ways of literature as smooth as the primrose path to the everlasting bonfire. (George Edward Woodberry)
Open any collection of Canadian verse and you are sure to encounter, usually at the end of the lines, the inevitable primroses and the no less fatal periwinkles. These two words are harmonious, convenient and complacent for rhyme. Unfortunately here again, we are dealing with plants foreign to our flora. (Joseph Louis Conrad Marie-Victorin)
Spring and primroses
As soon as it blooms spring shudders. She is the first, she is the primrose. (Louise Duty)
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. (William Wordsworth)
Primroses strut
so cheeky,
mischievous violets
Hide with diligence;
Whatever else
stirs and weaves there,
Enough, the spring
It works and lives. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Flowers and primroses
Long as there’s a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There’s a flower that shall be mine, ‘Tis the little Celandine. (William Wordsworth)
Already the daffodils were showing their buds, the tips of which were turning yellow, the earthen lilacs were sprouting their little violet-spotted stems, and from the center of the wrinkled leaves of the primroses were emerging buds that seemed ready to bloom. (Hector Malot)
We were in the woods of Toulven, little Pierre and I, looking for flowers during the family council. We found plenty of them, pale yellow primroses, violet periwinkles, blue borage, and even pink campion, the first of spring. (Pierre Loti)
Life and primroses
Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night. (Anthony Liccione)
When your life is not the primrose path, you still have to walk your road. You have to be a judge, pry right from wrong, figure out what ugly things the good can perch in, too. (Moira Crone)
Adventure and risk are part of a fulfilling life. Without adventure we wither like a primrose. The tendency to take risks also plays a major role in deployments in civil war zones. (Rupert Neudeck)
People and primroses
What is the pattern that connects the crab to the lobster and the primrose to the orchid, and all of them to me, and me to you? (Gregory Bateson)
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)
More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms and smell their sweetest scent — for a moment I am seven years old again and wandering in that fragrant wood. (Gertrude Jekyll)
Winter and primroses
Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips. (William Alfred Quayle)
At this time, there are already primroses from under the snow… You won’t believe how it happens here: yesterday there is nothing yet, and today, in one night, the whole path is strewn with primroses! And after that — as if on command — the buds swell, in a week the mountains change color. It’s like magic… (Dina Rubina)
Gardening and primroses
The first signs of spring are already blooming in my garden! Snowdrops, crocuses, daisies, primroses. Flowers are nature’s beautiful words and hieroglyphs to tell us how much she loves us. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)
Spring is here, primroses and violets have celebrated its arrival. The peach trees open their careless blossoms; the swollen buds of pear trees, of lilacs announce the approaching blossoming; the honeysuckles are already green. (Henri-Frédéric Amiel)
Girls and primroses
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. (Oliver Goldsmith)
Behold, my love, how green the groves, The primrose banks how fair; The balmy gales awake the flowers, And wave thy flowing hair. (Robert Burns)
Grave and primroses
I’ll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack The flower, that’s like thy face, pale primrose… (William Shakespeare)
Pale purple snowdrops timidly looked into the sky from the turf of the grave , satin primrose stars swayed, and the yellow crown of dandelion was already swelling. People walked silently between the crosses. (Maxim Gorky)
Wood and primroses
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn. (Robert Burns)
The Primrose opens wide in spring; Her scent is sweet and good: It smells of every happy thing In sunny lane and wood… (Mary Cicely Barker)
Violets and primroses
I could have brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with anything. (Benjamin Disraeli)
The room was always filled with primroses and violets. The eyes of the patient rested with pleasure on these beautiful masses with pure colors. (André Maurois)
Night and primroses
The moon blows kisses to the evening primrose. (Richard L. Ratliff)
I go to the earth in the night bosom, Into the thick moisture of dark bushes, Where everything is native and green, Where my primrose was blooming. (Sergey Gorodetsky)
April and primroses
It was the beginning of April, when the primroses are in bloom. (Gustave Flaubert)
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. (Sara Coleridge)
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