"Beside a fading bank of snow,
a lovely anemone blew, its leaves of serenest hue the earliest wreath of
flowers proclaims pale winter's flight." James Percival
"Dainty little maiden whither
would you wander? All among the gardens, foxgloves and anemones, roses and
lilies and Canterbury bells."
"The hue of the anemone has a
purity that suggests condensed light."
"Within the woods, gay circles
of anemones danced on their stalks."
William Cullen Bryant