THE PRIMROSE. 
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies. 
LYCIDAS. 
- Pale primroses 
That die unmarried, ere they can behold 
Bright Phoebus in his strength, 
winter’s tale. 
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. 
milton’s may morning. 
O, who can speak his joys when spring’s 
young morn 
From wood and pasture opened on his view, 
When tender green buds blush upon the thorn, 
And the first primrose dips its leaves in dew ! 
And while he plucked the primrose in its pride, 
He pondered o’er its bloom ’tween joy and 
pain; 
And a rude sonnet in its praise he tried, 
Where nature’s simple way the aid of art 
