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

Risen from his thorny bed of pain— "The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise."

From The Life Of Thomas Paine, Vol. II. (of II) With A History of His Literary, Political and Religious Career in America France, and England by Moncure Daniel Conway

A floweret, withered, odorless, In a book forgot I find; And already strange reflection Cometh into my mind.

From Lectures on Russian Literature Pushkin, Gogol, Turgenef, Tolstoy by Ivan Panin

A fourth says, "White floweret, before thy door I make a great weeping."

From Essays in the Study of Folk-Songs (1886) by Countess Evelyn Martinengo-Cesaresco

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