THE COWSLIP. 
How cheerful along the gay mead, 
The Daisy and Cowslip appear ! 
When April’s smiles the flowery lawn adorn, 
And modest Cowslips deck the streamlet’s 
side; 
When fragrant orchards to the roseate morn 
Unfold their bloom, in heaven’s own colours 
dyed. 
Mickle. 
The flowery May, who from her green lap 
throws 
The yellow Cowslip and the pale Primose. 
Milton. 
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I; 
In a Cowslip’s bell I lie : 
There I couch when owls do cry. 
T EMFEST. 
Whilst from off the waters fleet 
Thus I set my printless feet 
O’er the Cowslip’s velvet head 
That bends not as I tread. 
Milton. 
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