Snowdrops Quotes

• Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

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  William Wordsworth

  Spring   Years   Snow  

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.206

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• She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears; the chirp of birds; other incidents of garden life, inaudible, invisible to her in the bedroom, absorbed them. Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window. Only George lagged behind.

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  Virginia Woolf

  Garden   Islands   Bird  

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.933, Wordsworth Editions

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• So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs that winter still must bind, And whom today the Spring no more concerns. Behold, this crocus is a withering flame; This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art. Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them, Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

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  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  Art   Spring   Flower  

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Frank Laurence Lucas (1933). “Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology”, p.169, CUP Archive

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• The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

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  Robert Burns

  Flower   Violet   Snowdrops  

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• It is a thought as sweet as heaven to know that in the minds of each of us the may by the fence still blooms in an eternal springtime; that the snowdrop has in our hearts a triple birth, and blooms in three separate minds, faultlessly... So that if all the flowers and grasses and hollows and hills of the old house were razed and mutilated - as they are now, I suppose - we keep them intact in three minds, each depending on the other to supply it with the delicate minutiae of remembrance.

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  Eve Langley

  Sweet   Art   Women  

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• White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.

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  Algernon Charles Swinburne

  Blow   Garden   White  

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• Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it's strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.

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  Gail Mazur

  Spring   Florida   Air  

  Gail Mazur (1995). “The Common”, p.27, University of Chicago Press

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• The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others, Others, like blood. With saucy gesture Primroses flare, And roguish violets, Hidden with care; And whatsoever There stirs and strives, The Spring's contented, If works and thrives.

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  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  Spring   Flower   Glowing  

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (2013). “Delphi Works of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Illustrated)”, p.2888, Delphi Classics

  3599

• I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun And crocus fires are kindling one by one: Sing robin, sing: I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

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  Christina Rossetti

  Dream   Spring   Fire  

  Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.122, Delphi Classics

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• Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter.

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  Louise Wilder

  Winter   Teeth   Celebration  

  Louise Beebe Wilder (1997). “What Happens in My Garden”, Hartley & Marks

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