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The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on read more
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.
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
Who are the violets now
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring?
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
And the violet lay dead while the odour flew
On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue.
The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
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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.
Stars will blossom in the darkness,
Violets bloom beneath the snow.
Stars will blossom in the darkness,
Violets bloom beneath the snow.
We are violets blue,
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking read more
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),
The modest, lowly violet
In leaves of tender green is set;
So rich she cannot hide from read more
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.
Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into read more
Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze.
