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The Harebell is dedicated to Saint Dominic.
In 2002 Plantlife named it the county flower of Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.[3]
William Shakespeare makes a reference to 'the azured hare-bell' in Cymbeline
With fairest flowers,
Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele,
I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack
The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor
The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor
The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,
Out-sweeten’d not thy breath.[4][note 1]
John Clare draws attention to the brightness of the flowers of the Harebell in the dark of the wood.
By the hare-bell 's hazure sky,
(Like the hue of thy bright eye;)
That grows in woods, and groves so fair,
Where love I'd meet thee there.[5]
Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)wrote a poem entitled 'Hope is Like A Harebell'
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.[6]
Emily Dickinson uses the harebell as an anology for desire that grows cold once that which is cherished is attained.
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
To the lover Bee
Would the Bee the Harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
Did the paradise - persuaded
Yield her moat of pearl
Would the Eden be an Eden
Or the Earl -an Earl[7]

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