Poems with rhymes of columbine

Ye be, as I divine,
The pretty primrose,
The goodly columbine.

Ye be, as I divine,
The pretty primrose,
The goodly columbine.

With sweet alyssum and columbine
Made those who saw it at once divine

The morning's blush, she made it thine,
The morn's sweet breath, she gave it thee,
And in thy look, my Columbine!

Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine—

And scarlet columbine,
And in the sunny meadows
The dandelions shine.

'Tear down them antirrhium! Tear down them columbine!
Or else, by gum, we'll fine 'em. We'll mulct in a fine!

In the moist dark woods of pine,
And every rock-strewn pasture shows
Mullein and columbine.

You are the lovely laughing columbine
Who fills my heart with dazzling amber wine.

And lily and aster and columbine,
Offered in love, as yours and mine--?

That dress, this sprig, that leaf, this vine,
That smooth and silken columbine.

I've ordered morning glory vine
To trumpet round the gate,
Nasturtium, phlox and columbine

Of many a columbine;
And, taken from their rocky bed,
They in our wreaths shall twine.

Catch him slippin' in the lunch line
Bullet wizardry, a masterpiece
My own private Columbine

Like a walking land mine
College campuses
Imitating Columbine