In the following scene we find Euryanthe in the company of Eglantine de Puiset.
"The Standard Operaglass" by Charles Annesley
When the weather got cold, he screened the eglantines under domes of strong paper which had been lubricated with a candle.
"Bouvard and Pécuchet" by Gustave Flaubert
Here also are two historical revolutionary portraits by Greuze: 378, The Girondin, Gensonne, and 379, the Poet-Deputy, Fabre d'Eglantine.
"The Story of Paris" by Thomas Okey
Wreath of Eglantine, and other Poems.
"Southern Literature From 1579-1895" by Louise Manly
It was adopted on November 24, with the sonorous nomenclature devised by Fabre d'Eglantine.
"Lectures on the French Revolution" by John Emerich Edward Dalberg-Acton
Thick spikes of purple lavender edged the beds; the summer-house was a tangle of honey-suckle, rosemary, and eglantine.
"Nine Little Goslings" by Susan Coolidge
I rose at an early hour, and looked out between the branches of eglantine which overhung the casement.
"The Best of the World's Classics, Restricted to Prose, Vol. IX (of X) - America - I" by Various
Of what use is the rose or the eglantine; the colours of autumn, or the setting of the sun?
"Blackwoods Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 366, April, 1846" by Various
Next day Merlin departed, but came again to Broceliande when the eglantine was flowering at the edge of the forest.
"Legends & Romances of Brittany" by Lewis Spence
Eglantine is frequently alluded to in the writings of English poets, from Chaucer downwards.
"Encyclopaedia Britannica, 11th Edition, Volume 9, Slice 1" by Various
Fabre d'Eglantine, P. F. N. (1755-1794), poet and dramatist, 414.
"A Short History of French Literature" by George Saintsbury
The first of these is Eglantine, the pretty Viscountess of Seligny.
"The Iron Pincers" by Eugène Sue
Monica, Margaret, and ... Rose, perhaps, for there had been something of a dewy eglantine about her.
"Plashers Mead" by Compton Mackenzie
Fabre D'Eglantine (Philippe Francois Nazaire), French revolutionist and playwriter, b. Carcassonne, 28 Dec. 1755.
"A Biographical Dictionary of Freethinkers of All Ages and Nations" by Joseph Mazzini Wheeler
I did not see your dove there, but I saw a large number of fresh buds of eglantine.
"The Blacksmith's Hammer, or The Peasant Code" by Eugène Sue
Monica, Margaret and ... Rose perhaps, for there had been something of a dewy eglantine about her.
"Guy and Pauline" by Compton Mackenzie
The road lay through hedges full of sweet-smelling eglantine and wild rose which stirred with every gust.
"Meg's Friend" by Alice Abigail Corkran
Violetta quickly finished her wreath of eglantine, and dropped it lightly on Ilaria's brow.
"The Hill of Venus" by Nathan Gallizier
One or two Warblers perched on the eglantine, almost blooming, and gave their little powers full vent.
"Audubon and his Journals, Volume I (of 2)" by Maria R. Audubon
Hidden by brier and eglantine, they are fast losing all traces of cultivation.
"Sylvie: souvenirs du Valois" by Gérard de Nerval
From this bleeding hand of mine,
Take this sprig of Eglantine:
Which, though sweet unto your smell,
Yet the fretful briar will tell,
He who plucks the sweets, shall prove
Many thorns to be in love.
"The Bleeding Hand; Or The Sprig Of Eglantine Given To A Maid" by Robert Herrick
"How the tints of the rose, and the jasmine's perfume,
The eglantine's fragrance, the lilac's gay bloom,
Though fair and though fragrant, unheeded may lie,
For that neither is sweet when Florella is by."
"The Search After Happiness. A Pastoral Drama" by Hannah More
LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine
With scented leaves of EGLANTINE;
Enamell'd buds and gaudy flow'rs,
The pride of FLORA'S painted bow'rs;
Such common charms shall ne'er be wove
Around the brows of him I LOVE.
"Stanzas to Flora" by Mary Darby Robinson
Love saw the emissary eglantine
Break wave round thy white feet above the gloom;
Lay finger on thy star; thy raiment line
With cherub wing and limb; wed thy soft bloom,
Gold-quivering like sunrays in thistle-down,
Earth under rolling brown.
"Hymn To Colour" by George Meredith
Ay, I behold all this full easily;
My soul is jealous of my happier eyes. And manhood envies youth. Ah, strange to see,
By looking merely, orange-flooded skies;
Nay, any dew-drop that may near me shine: But never more the face of Eglantine!
"The Four Bridges" by Jean Ingelow
The church was open; it perchance might be
That there to offer thanks I might essay,
Or rather, as I think, that I might see
The place where Eglantine was wont to pray. But so it was; I crossed that portal wide,
And felt my riot joy to calm subside.
"The Four Bridges" by Jean Ingelow