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Early violets blue and white
Dying for their love of light.
Author: Edwin Arnold
Source: Almond Blossoms
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Deep violets, you liken to
The kindest eyes that look on you,
Without a thought disloyal.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Flower in a Letter
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Stars will blossom in the darkness,
Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Author: Julia C.R. Dorr
Source: For a Silver Wedding
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Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
Author: Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer")
Source: Miscellaneous Poems--Spring
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Cold blows the wind against the hill,
And cold upon the plain;
I sit me by the bank, until
The violets come again.
Author: Richard Garnett
Source: Violets
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A vi'let on the meadow grew,
That no one saw, that no one knew,
It was a modest flower.
A shepherdess pass'd by that way--
Light footed, pretty and so gay;
That way she came,
Softly warbling forth her lay.
Author: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Source: The Violet, (Frederick Ricord's translation)
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A blossom of returning light,
An April flower of sun and dew;
The earth and sky, the day and night
Are melted in her depth of blue!
Author: Dora Read Goodale
Source: Blue Violets
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The modest, lowly violet
In leaves of tender green is set;
So rich she cannot hide from view,
But covers all the bank with blue.
Author: Dora Read Goodale
Source: Spring Scatter Far and Wide
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The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
Author: Heinrich Heine
Source: Book of Songs--Lyrical Interlude (9)
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The eyes of spring, so azure,
Are peeping from the ground;
They are the darling violets,
That I in nosegays bound.
Author: Heinrich Heine
Source: Book of Songs--New Spring (13)
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Welcome, maids of honor,
You doe bring
In the spring,
And wait upon her.
Author: Robert Herrick
Source: To Violets
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The violet is a nun.
Author: Thomas Hood
Source: Flowers
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We are violets blue,
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking on the ground.
Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,--
Such our breath and blueness is.
- Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
Author: Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt)
Source: Songs and Chorus of the Flowers--Violets
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And shade the violets,
That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
Author: John Keats
Source: I Stood Tiptoe Upon a Little Hill
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Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward;
Rains fall, suns rise and set;
Earth whirls, and all but to prosper
A poor little violet.
Author: James Russell Lowell
Source: The Changeling
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Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
Author: James Russell Lowell
Source: Song
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The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
Than all the lavish fragrance of the time.
Author: James Montgomery
Source: The Adventure of a Star
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Hath the pearl less whiteness
Because of its birth?
Hath the violet less brightness
For growing near earth?
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Desmond's Song
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Steals timidly away,
Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray.
Author: Thomas Moore
Source: Lalla Rookh--Veiled Prophet of Khorassan
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Surely as cometh the Winter, I know
There are Spring violets under the snow.
Author: Robert H. Newell (used pseudonym Orpheus C. Kerr)
Source: Spring Violets Under the Snow
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The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
Author: Frances S. Osgood
Source: Garden Gossip (st. 3)
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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.
Author: Christina G. Rossetti
Source: "Consider the Lilies of the Field" (l. 13)
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Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Duchess of York at V, ii)
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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.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: Twelfth Night, or, What You Will (Orsino, Duke of Illyria at I, i)
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And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
Author: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Source: Music
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