flowret

Of its _first_ morn, that flowret open springs; --

Zophiel A Poem Maria Gowen Brooks

Than the new-fallen snow, or the hill flowret rare,

Memories of Canada and Scotland — Speeches and Verses John Douglas Sutherland Campbell 1879

The flowret fades when day is done, and so does every mother's son Who thinks his course is just begun, And knows not that his race is run -- How does it go on, Clarice?

A Pessimist In Theory and Practice Frederic Mayer Bird 1873

In his path, if some flowret of joy chanced to bloom,

Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey Washington Irving 1821

I bore the sweet flowret that’s now in full bloom.

Ulf Van Yern and Other Ballads George Henry Borrow 1842