When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight.
Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.john keats
Music when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.Percy Bysshe Shelley
I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.thomas haynes bayly
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl’d Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother’s face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate’s voice, it hears.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.Percy Bysshe Shelley
And violets, transform'd to eyes, Inshrined a soul within their blue.thomas moore
Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances. Like spring violets over the lea.constance woolson
Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade of the whispering trees.Charles Kingsley
To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds.william shakespeare
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.Percy Bysshe Shelley
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.Edmund Spenser
Brazen helm of daffodillies, With a glitter toward the light. Purple violets for the mouth, Breathing perfumes west and south; And a sword of flashing lilies, Holden ready for the fight.
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.Robert Burns
Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May.john keats
Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring, glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
The violets ope their purple heads; The roses blow, the cowslip springs.jonathan swift
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.william wordsworth
"I could have brought you some primroses, but I do not like to mix violets with anything." "They say primroses make a capital salad," said Lord St. Jerome.benjamin disraeli
O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let’st fall From Dis’s waggon! Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, Or Cytherea’s breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phœbus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids; bold oxlips, and The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one!
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that's gone: violets plucked the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.John Fletcher
Primrose-eyes each morning ope In their cool, deep beds of grass; violets make the air that pass Tell-tales of their fragrant slope.bayard taylor