It seemed to me that I was walking in early morning-all in the England of my heart-across meadows through which flowed a clear translucent stream, and the meadows were a mass of flowers, narcissus, jonquil, violet, for it was spring.
"England of My Heart--Spring"
Edward Hutton
Above, Jupiter hung like a full-blown jonquil, so bright as almost to throw a shade.
"Tess of the d'Urbervilles A Pure Woman"
Thomas Hardy
A jonquil in bloom was there.
"The Psychology of Beauty"
Ethel D. Puffer