PrimroM. 
— January I3tb — E*rly Youth. 
Long as there's a sun that sets, 
Primroses will have their glory. 
Wordswortk. 
—I4tb - 
Welcome, pale primrose! 
How much thy presence beautifies the ground, 
How sweet thy modest, unaffected pride, 
Glows on the sunny banks and wood’s warm side. 
Clare. 
— tStb — 
Pale primroses. 
That die unmarried, ere they can behold 
Bright Phoebus in his strength. 
Shakespeare. 
— t6tb — 
I SAW it in my evening walk— 
A little lonely flower— 
Under a hollow bank it grew. 
Deep in a mossy bower. 
Caroline Southey. 
— I7tb — 
Ask me why I send you here. 
This firstling of the infant year ; 
Ask me why I send to you. 
This primrose all be-pearled with dew 1 
Carew. 
—I8tb — 
Primrose, who doth haunt the hours of Spring, 
A wood-nymph, brightening places lone and green. 
Firry Cornwall. 
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