My violets, spring beauties, anemones, and dutchman's breeches here are always two weeks ahead of those in the woods.
"The Harvester" by Gene Stratton Porter
A few days later some of the copses were beautifully enlivened by Ranunculus auricomus, wood anemones, and a white Stellaria.
"More Letters of Charles Darwin" by Charles Darwin
It was springtime, and in the woods so soon as one got out of reach of the sea wind, there would be anemones and primroses.
"The History of Mr. Polly" by H. G. Wells
The anemone grows in open places by the woods or the hillside.
"The Library of Work and Play: Gardening and Farming." by Ellen Eddy Shaw
The ground was starred with wood-anemones, oxlips, violets, cuckoo-flowers, and in damp places with green-golden saxifrage.
"Combed Out" by Fritz August Voigt
We had a heavenly ramble this morning, and found blue periwinkles and anemones in the woods, but no primroses.
"Diary of a Nursing Sister on the Western Front, 1914-1915" by Anonymous
The double white Wood Anemone may be propagated by divisions of the tubers, after the foliage has completely withered.
"Hardy Perennials and Old Fashioned Flowers" by John Wood
And now she wanted badly to gather some wood anemones.
"A Book of Quaker Saints" by Lucy Violet Hodgkin
Who ever saw a wood anemone or a heath blossom in the wrong place?
"Proserpina, Volume 1" by John Ruskin
The only spot about the Chace where the wind-anemones grew was in a small detached copse of ash-poles nearly a mile from the great woods.
"Round About a Great Estate" by Richard Jefferies
Oliver Vorse was lying among the wood-anemones, and he was drunk.
"By Violence" by John Trevena
They descended from the carriage in the wood, they gathered the last snow drops, the first anemones.
"Withered Leaves. Vol. III.(of III)" by Rudolf von Gottschall
That one has got the fineness of a wood anemone.
"The Messenger" by Elizabeth Robins
John said she was like a wood anemone.
"A Mere Chance, Vol. 3 of 3" by Ada Cambridge
The Wood Anemone has two kinds of green leaves.
"Flowers Shown to the Children" by C. E. Smith
She came with me to the woods this spring and helped me to dig anemone roots.
"Christmas Roses and Other Stories" by Anne Douglas Sedgwick
In her last hour of life the tree
Gave up her glorious memories,
Wild scent of wood anemone,
The sapphire blue of April skies.
"The Log Fire" by Fay Inchfawn
"Indeed," the frail Anemone
Said softly, "'tis too cold for me."
Wood Hyacinths, all deeply set,
Replied: "No ice has melted yet."
"The Witness" by Fay Inchfawn
Fairy windflower, wood anemones,
Delicate company under the trees,
Snowflake ruffled by a merryfoot breeze,
Frolicsome singing aërial glees,
Frail white stars of the wildwood!
"Early April" by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel
And wood anemones spread out their
Each celandine has donned a silken gown;
The violets are lifting shy sweet faces.
(And there's a chiff-chaff, soft, and slim, and
"At The Cross Roads" by Fay Inchfawn
I joy'd in solemn woods to see,
Where sudden sunbeams clung,
On open space of mossy lea,
The violet and anemone,
Wave their frail heads and beckon me--
Sure then the earth was young!
""The Earth Waxeth Old."" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
And flowers the fairy-peopled world of flowers!
Thou from the dust hast set that glory free,
Colouring the cowslip with the sunny hours,
And pencilling the wood-anemone;
Silent they seem yet each to thoughtful eye
Glows with mute poesy.
"Breathings Of Spring" by Felicia Dorothea Hemans