Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyt’s New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Rose, Sweetbrier (Eglantine), Rosa Rubiginosa
The fresh eglantine exhaled a breath,
Whose odours were of power to raise from death.
Dryden—The Flower and the Leaf. L. 96.
Wild-rose, Sweetbriar, Eglantine,
All these pretty names are mine,
And scent in every leaf is mine,
And a leaf for all is mine,
And the scent—Oh, that’s divine!
Happy-sweet and pungent fine,
Pure as dew, and pick’d as wine.
Leigh Hunt—Songs and Chorus of the Flowers. Sweetbriar.
Rain-scented eglantine
Gave temperate sweets to that well-wooing sun.
Keats—Endymion. Bk. I. L. 100.
Its sides I’ll plant with dew-sweet eglantine.
Keats—Endymion. Bk. IV. L. 700.
As through the verdant maze
Of sweetbriar hedges I pursue my walk;
Or taste the smell of dairy.
Thomson—The Seasons. Spring. L. 105.
The garden rose may richly bloom
In cultured soil and genial air,
To cloud the light of Fashion’s room
Or droop in Beauty’s midnight hair,
In lonelier grace, to sun and dew
The sweetbrier on the hillside shows
Its single leaf and fainter hue,
Untrained and wildly free, yet still a sister rose!
Whittier—The Bride of Pennacook. Pt. III. The Daughter.