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VIOLETS
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[ Also see Flowers Plants ]

Steals timidly away,
  Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
      - Thomas Moore,
        Lalla Rookh--Veiled Prophet of Khorassan

Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
  There are Spring violets under the snow.
      - Robert Henry Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr),
        Spring Violets Under the Snow

The violet thinks, with her timid blue eye,
  To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
      - Frances Sargent Osgood, Garden Gossip
         (st. 3)

The violets whisper from the shade
  Which their own leaves have made:
    Men scent our fragrance on the air,
      Yet take no heed
        Of humble lessons we would read.
      - Christina Georgina Rossetti,
        "Consider the Lilies of the Field"
         (l. 13)

The sweet sound,
  That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odor!
      - William Shakespeare

Violets dim,
  But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes,
    Or Cytherea's breath.
      - William Shakespeare

Who are the violets now
  That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
      - William Shakespeare,
        The Tragedy of King Richard the Second
         (Duchess of York at V, ii)

It had a dying fall;
  O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
      Stealing and giving odor.
      - William Shakespeare,
        Twelfth Night, or, What You Will
         (Orsino, Duke of Illyria at I, i)

And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
  On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
      - Percy Bysshe Shelley, Music

The tender violet bent in smiles
  To elves that sported nigh,
    Tossing the drops of fragrant dew
      To scent the evening sky.
      - Elizabeth Oakes Smith (nee Prince)

Oh! faint delicious spring-time violet,
  Thine odor like a key,
    Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let
      A thought of sorrow free.
      - William Wetmore Story, The Violet

The smell of violets, hidden in the green,
  Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
    The times when I remembered to have been
      Joyful and free from blame.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, Dream of Fair Women
         (st. 20)

And in my breast
  Spring wakens too; and my regret
    Becomes an April violet,
      And buds and blossoms like the rest.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam (CXV)

And from his ashes may be made
  The violet of his native land.
      - Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
         (XVIII, st. 1)

A humble flower long time I pined
  Upon the solitary plain,
    And trembled at the angry wind,
      And shrunk before the bitter rain.
        And oh! 'twas in a blessed hour
          A passing wanderer chanced to see,
            And, pitying the lonely flower,
              To stoop and gather me.
      - William Makepeace Thackeray,
        Song of the Violet

Here oft we sought the violet, as it lay
  Buried in beds of moss and lichens gray.
      - Mrs. Sarah Helen Power Whitman

Banks that slope to the southern sky
  Where languid violets love to lie.
      - Mrs. Sarah Helen Power Whitman,
        Wood Walks in Spring (l. 11)

In kindly showers and sunshine bud
  The branches of the dull gray wood;
    Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks
      The blue eye of the violet looks.
      - John Greenleaf Whittier

The violets of five seasons reappear
  And fade, unseen by any human eye.
      - William Wordsworth, Nutting

A violet by a mossy stone
  Half hidden from the eye!
    Fair as a star when only one
      Is shining in the sky.
      - William Wordsworth,
        She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways

You violets that first appear,
  By your pure purple mantles known,
    Like the proud virgins of the year,
      As if the spring were all your own--
        What are you when the rose is blown?
      - Sir Henry Wotton,
        To his Mistress the Queen of Bohemia


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