The bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like emeralds others,… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come,… — Gail Mazur Copy Share Image
It is a thought as sweet as heaven to know that in the minds of each of us the may by the… — Eve Langley Copy Share Image
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd With the dead boughs… — Dante Gabriel Rossetti Copy Share Image
White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter. — Louise Wilder Copy Share Image
