Snowdrops Quotes

• Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter.

  Louise Wilder

  Winter, Teeth, Celebration

  Louise Beebe Wilder (1997). “What Happens in My Garden”, Hartley & Marks

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• The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

  Robert Burns

  Flower, Violet, Woodland

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• No olvidaré entonces tu modesta gracia, casta campanilla de invierno, venturosa precursora de la primavera, y pensativa monitora de los años fugaces.

  William Wordsworth

  Spring, Years, Snow

  William Wordsworth (1847). “The Poems of William Wordsworth”, p.206

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• I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
  If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
  If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
  And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
  Sing robin, sing:
  I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.

  Christina Rossetti

  Dream, Spring, Fire

  Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.122, Delphi Classics

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• The bed of flowers
  Loosens amain,
  The beauteous snowdrops
  Droop o'er the plain.
  The crocus opens
  Its glowing bud,
  Like emeralds others,
  Others, like blood.
  With saucy gesture
  Primroses flare,
  And roguish violets,
  Hidden with care;
  And whatsoever
  There stirs and strives,
  The Spring's contented,
  If works and thrives.

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  Spring, Flower, Glowing

  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (2013). “Delphi Works of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Illustrated)”, p.2888, Delphi Classics

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• Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover. In Florida, it's strawberry season- shortcake, waffles, berries and cream will be penciled on the coffeeshop menus.

  Gail Mazur

  Spring, Florida, Air

  Gail Mazur (1995). “The Common”, p.27, University of Chicago Press

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• White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.

  Algernon Charles Swinburne

  Blow, Garden, White

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• So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
  No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
  With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
  And whom today the Spring no more concerns.
  Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
  This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
  To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
  Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
  Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
  The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  Art, Spring, Flower

  Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Frank Laurence Lucas (1933). “Dante Gabriel Rossetti: An Anthology”, p.169, CUP Archive

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• Es un pensamiento tan dulce como el cielo saber que en la mente de cada uno de nosotros el mayo junto a la valla sigue floreciendo en una eterna primavera; que la campanilla de invierno tiene en nuestros corazones un triple nacimiento, y florece en tres mentes separadas, impecablemente... De modo que si todas las flores y hierbas y huecos y colinas de la vieja casa fueran arrasados y mutilados -como ahora, supongo-, los conservamos intactos en tres mentes, cada una dependiendo de la otra para abastecerse de las delicadas minucias del recuerdo.

  Eve Langley

  Dulce, Arte, Mujeres

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• Golpeó la ventana con su cepillo de pelo repujado. Estaban demasiado lejos para oírla. El zumbido de los árboles estaba en sus oídos; el gorjeo de los pájaros; otros incidentes de la vida del jardín, inaudibles, invisibles para ella en el dormitorio, los absorbían. Aislada en una isla verde, rodeada de campanillas de invierno y cubierta con un edredón de seda fruncida, la inocente isla flotaba bajo su ventana. Sólo Jorge se quedaba atrás.

  Virginia Woolf

  Garden, Islands, Bird

  Virginia Woolf (2007). “Selected Works of Virginia Woolf”, p.933, Wordsworth Editions

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