floweret

My Spring is gone, however, but it has left me that French floweret on my hands, which, in some moods, I would fain be rid of.

From "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë

Then would I pluck a floweret from my tress And beat thee till I forced thee to confess, While in my play the falling leaves would cover The eyes—the bright eyes—of my captive lover.

From The Birth of the War-God A Poem by Kalidasa by Kalidasa

A poet of our age has said that in the meanest floweret we may find "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."

From Birds and Man by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson

Though bush or floweret never grow My dark unwarming shade below; Nor summer bud perfume the dew, Of rosy blush, or yellow hue!

From Life and Literature Over two thousand extracts from ancient and modern writers, and classified in alphabetical order by John Purver Richardson

So hath a floweret from your pathway faded; A bright star shining o’er you set in gloom; Bright rays of hope are from your vision shaded By the dark curtain of the silent tomb.

From Poems With a Sketch of the Life and Experience of Annie R. Smith by Rebekah Smith