You May Also Like / View all maxioms
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 prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
The violets prattle and titter,
And gaze on the stars high above.
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
read more
Violet! sweet violet!
Thine eyes are full of tears;
Are they wet
Even yet
With the thought of other years?
It had a dying fall;
O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes read more
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.
The violets were past their prime,
Yet their departing breath
Was sweeter, in the blast of death,
read more
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.
Cold blows the wind against the hill,
And cold upon the plain;
I sit me by the read more
Cold blows the wind against the hill,
And cold upon the plain;
I sit me by the bank, until
The violets come again.
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.
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye,
To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
