HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove Thou messenger of Spring Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year Delightful visitant with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy, wand'ring through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fli'st thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another Spring to hail. Sweet bird thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year O could I fly, I'd fly with thee We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring.
Quotes about primrose (15 Quotes)
A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
At every family dinner, I talked and talked about Primrose. I was amazed at the dedication of the organization to providing the very best educational child care.
How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.
Peter Utley, the newspaper's obituary editor cheerfully checked with Primrose Palmer, his assistant, on the day's soul traffic. The late archbishop from New Zealand sounded promising, it was agreed, but then again it was lunch time, and who knew what had been happening in some now-ending life.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
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.
The primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whiles, like a puffd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. counsel.
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.
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true, Primrose, first born child of Ver, Merry Spring-time's harbinger.
Our family has come together to launch this incredible program in the Columbus area, and we are dedicated to upholding the high standards of child care as an accredited Primrose School.
But, good my brother, do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven whilst like a puffed and reckless libertine himself the primrose path of dalliance treads and wrecks not his own.
Primrose Hill is in danger of becoming another Notting Hill, with coach loads of tourists coming to gawp at someone's front door.