Pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts.
Darker than darkest pansies.
I send thee pansies while the year is young, Yellow as sunshine, purple as the night; Flowers of remembrance, ever fondly sung By all the chiefest of the Sons of Light; And if in recollection lives regret For wasted days and dreams that were not true, I tell thee that the "pansy freak'd with jet" Is still the heart's ease that the poets knew Take all the sweetness of a gift unsought, And for the pansies send me back a thought.
The beauteous pansies rise In purple, gold, and blue, With tints of rainbow hue Mocking the sunset skies.Thomas J. ouseley
Is that the best you can do, you pansies?
pansies for ladies all–(I wis That none who wear such brooches miss A jewel in the mirror).
pansies? You praise the ones that grow today Here in the garden; had you seen the place When Sutherland was living! Here they grew, From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each A golden dazzle like a glimmering star, Each broader, bigger than a silver crown; While here the weaver sat, his labor done, Watching his azure pets and rearing them, Until they seem'd to know his step and touch, And stir beneath his smile like living things: The very sunshine loved them, and would lie Here happy, coming early, lingering late, Because they were so fair.
pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.bayard taylor
pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies, Let them live upon their praises.william wordsworth
Growing one's own choice words and fancies In orange tubs, and beds of pansies; One's sighs and passionate declarations, In odorous rhetoric of carnations.leigh hunt