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  • Here were banks of earth and thicket, shadowy dells where the primrose grew, and the cuckoo-pint, and wood-sorrel, and perhaps in summer the glowworm breathed her mossy gleam under the blackberries.


  • When emerging from their winter-den, they at once take to eating cuckoo-pint, as has been said, and chew sticks of wood as though they were cutting teeth.

    The History of Animals

  • Then for want of cuckoo-pint, or priest-pintle, lousebur, clote, and paper, we made ourselves false faces with the leaves of an old Sextum that had been thrown by and lay there for anyone that would take it up, cutting out holes for the eyes, nose, and mouth.

    Five books of the lives, heroic deeds and sayings of Gargantua and his son Pantagruel

  • Willows and wild roses, cuckoo-pint and king-cups, and a wood-pigeon crooning in the elms.

    Rose cottage

  • So, too, while in our meadows we purposely propagate tender fodder plants, like grasses and clovers, we find on the margins of our pastures and by our roadsides only protected species; such as thistles, houndstongue, cuckoo-pint, charlock, nettles

    Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8

  • It is called cuckoo-pint because it blossoms about the time the cuckoo returns to England.

    Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10 The Guide

  • The cuckoo-pint (by the way, the _i_ is short as in _pit_) does not grow in the United States.

    Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10 The Guide

  • It is perfectly safe for the columbine to unfold its wrapper and the cuckoo-pint to toll its bell in the presence of a maiden so old.

    Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 10 The Guide

  • There in June the cuckoo-pint plays a game of her own invention with the inquiring, greedy little flies who come to see her because she keeps a good table.

    The Spring of Joy: A Little Book of Healing

  • She had gathered cuckoo-pint and marsh marigolds and woven them together, far more deftly than any of us could have done, into a chaplet.

    Lore of Proserpine


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