spring-flowers

Pupils and teachers sat neatly arrayed, orderly and expectant, each bearing in her hand the bouquet of felicitation — the prettiest spring-flowers all fresh, and filling the air with their fragrance:

Villette 2003

The woods were just bursting into leaf; the spring-flowers filled the air with odor, and chequered the green foliage and grass; the whole scene was full of vernal freshness, life, and beauty.

Woman on the American Frontier William Worthington Fowler

There was Julia perched cock-horse on the bank -- there was Emily, her hair undone, her bonnet crashed, with one shoe and stocking lost -- and yet he had promised Mamma, that if she would but once trust his sisters to him, that he would bring them home, "with such a pretty basket of spring-flowers."

A Love Story A Bushman

Like spring-flowers in simmer, "are a 'wede awa';"

The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume V. The Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century Various

As the country-people say that so long as any snow is left on the ground more snow may be expected, it must all vanish simultaneously at last, -- so every seeker of spring-flowers has observed how accurately they seem to move in platoons, with little straggling.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 42, April, 1861 Various

May expands to its prime of beauty; the summer birds come with the fruit-blossoms, the gardens are deluged with bloom and the air with melody, while in the woods the timid spring-flowers fold themselves away in silence and give place to a brighter splendor.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 62, December, 1862 Various

It was the last startling effulgence of his comet-like genius; for when the spring-flowers came again, he was gone from our earth.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 41, March, 1861 Various

Also there was a real table-cover for Corydon, and a vase in which she might put spring-flowers; there were new dresses for the baby, and more important yet, a new addition to the house.

Love's Pilgrimage Upton Sinclair 1923

When the night was lighted by the moon's soft rays, and the woods of the upper-world were sweet with the odor of the spring-flowers, then the

Good Stories for Holidays Frances Jenkins Olcott 1917

When the night was lighted by the moon's soft rays, and the woods of the upper-world were sweet with the odor of the spring-flowers, then the Elves of Darkness left the under-world, and creeping from their holes, held a festival in the woods.

Good Stories for Great Holidays 1914