a. 1865, John Clare; Eric Robinson and Geoffrey Summerfield, editors, The Later Poems of John Clare, And nothing like primrosey spring
1887, John Ruskin, Hortus Inclusus. Messages from the Wood to the Garden, Sent in Happy Days to the Sister Ladies of the Thwaite, Coniston, ... once the wind stops I hope to do a bit of primrosey ground that will be richer.
2012, Elizabeth Dodd, Horizon’s Lens: My Time on the Turning World, Maybe there’s a special, filial fondness for fireweed—it was the first plant to be found punching its resilient, primrosey stems up through the scorched waste of tephra and ash.
2022, Frances Tosdevin, An Artist’s Eyes, “And the field of flowers? What catches your eye?†“They’re sort of swirly to me,†said Jo. “Not primrosey, like you saw.â€