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Cowslips
Walter Savage Landor
little girl press’d down A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill: Often as they sprang up again, Rate it:

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The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire (1571)
Jean Ingelow
grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uRate it:

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Love and Age
Thomas Love Peacock
I play'd with you 'mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four; When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to ple...Rate it:

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Scent of Irises
David Herbert Lawrence
yellow incantation, You sitting in the cowslips of the meadow above, Me, your shadow on the bogRate it:

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Sport In The Meadows
John Clare
from her hand Her basket falls and out her cowslips all Tumble and litter there--the merry band In Rate it:

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The Cry Of The Children
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
thrushes do--- Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty--- Laugh aloud, to feel your fRate it:

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A Fairy Song
William Shakespeare
Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coaRate it:

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A Ditty
Edmund Spenser
me the ground with Daffadowndillies, And Cowslips, and Kingcups, and loved Lillies: The pretieRate it:

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Cadences
John Howard Payne
wither and fly, And die as the April cowslips die, That scatter the bloomy grass. All dead,Rate it:

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Pretty Cow
Jane Taylor
rank, Growing on the weedy bank; But the yellow cowslips eat, That will make it very sweet. Where Rate it:

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A BUCOLIC BETWIXT TWO;LACON AND THYRSIS
Robert Herrick
the which hung down by strings, Balls of cowslips, daisy rings, Interplaced with ribbonings; FaultlRate it:

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A DIALOGUE BETWIXT HIMSELF AND MISTRESS ELIZAWHEELER, UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS
Robert Herrick
about with lilies; There, filling maunds with cowslips, you May find your Amarillis. HER. What haRate it:

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A Memory
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
paths we strayed, The evening cowslips ope’d Their yellow eyes to look at her, Rate it:

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A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
William Shenstone
most such garlands from the field, As cowslips, pinks, and pansies, yield, And rural hands can weavRate it:

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A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING
Robert Herrick
wool, and this rich lock of hair, This ball of cowslips, these she gave me here. SIL. Words sweet Rate it:

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Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
Robert Burns
An' it winna let a body be! In vain to me the cowslips blaw, In vain to me the vi'lets spriRate it:

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Amelia
Coventry Patmore
green, With sometime sudden prospect of untold Cowslips, like chance-found gold; And broadcast buttRate it:

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AN EPITAPH UPON A VIRGIN
Robert Herrick
the toning of a tear; Or a sigh of such as bring Cowslips for her covering. Rate it:

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Bonny Mary O!
John Clare
fringe the spring, bonny Mary O! Where the cowslips do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold, Which mRate it:

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Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk
Christina Georgina Rossetti
as dew and pure as snow: For I know where the cowslips blow, And you shall have a cowslip wreath Rate it:

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Dawn
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
unfold Impatient from their hold, And close the cowslips' cups of honeyed gold. Keep all things hRate it:

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Distant Hills
John Clare
springs the common springs? Daisies and cowslips dropping round, Are such the flowers she brings? Rate it:

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Elegy XI. He Complains How Soon the Pleasing Novelty of Life Is Over
William Shenstone
again survey The self-same hawthorns bud, and cowslips blow! O Life! how soon of every bliss forloRate it:

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Elegy XVIII. He Repeats the Song of Colin, a Discerning Shepherd
William Shenstone
the musk-rose from the scented brake, I strew my cowslips, and I pay my tear, I'll add the myrtle fRate it:

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Fairy Land i
William Shakespeare
To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coatRate it:

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