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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Violet Book - -Author: Willis Boyd Allen - -Release Date: February 19, 2013 [EBook #42134] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VIOLET BOOK *** - - - - -Produced by Greg Bergquist, Matthew Wheaton and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - - - THE VIOLET BOOK - - But who hath breathed the scent of violets, - And not that moment been a lover glad? - --ARLO BATES. - - [Illustration: - _Go, modest little violets, and lie upon her breast; - Your eyes will tell her something--perhaps she'll guess the rest!_] - - - - - THE VIOLET BOOK - - Arranged by - WILLIS BOYD ALLEN - - "Such a starved bank of moss, - Till, that May morn, - Blue ran the flash across: - Violets were born." - _Browning_ - - PHILADELPHIA - GEORGE W. JACOBS & CO. - PUBLISHERS - - - Copyright, 1909, by - GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY - - Published September, 1909 - - - All rights reserved - Printed in U. S. A. - - - TO HER - - For whom this little company of her sisters was first gathered. - - - - -PREFACE - - -Many of the selections in this volume are waifs and strays, found in -obscure periodicals and newspapers, or in long-forgotten books on the -dusty shelves of libraries. Some of them have been gathered from -copyrighted works, and for the use of these the compiler owes and -renders his best thanks. - -Special acknowledgments are due to the following publishers and -copyright holders: - -The Houghton, Mifflin Company, for selections from the poems of John -Greenleaf Whittier, Edith M. Thomas, Celia Thaxter, Oliver Wendell -Holmes, Richard Watson Gilder, John Hay, Lucy Larcom, George E. -Woodbury, Alice and Phoebe Cary, Ralph Waldo Emerson, James Russell -Lowell, Bayard Taylor, Harriet Prescott Spofford, Mrs. A. D. T. -Whitney, and Edmund Clarence Stedman; Messrs. Little, Brown and -Company, for lines by Louise Chandler Moulton and Helen Hunt Jackson; -Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons, for selections from the works of Dora -Read Goodale and Myrtle Reed; Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons, for -extracts from the writings of Henry Van Dyke, Mary Mapes Dodge, Oliver -Herford, and Frances Hodgson Burnett; and Messrs. Lothrop, Lee and -Shepard, for permission to quote from Clinton Scollard's work. - - - - -A STUDY IN VIOLET - - -Next to the rose, whose divine right to monarchy cannot be questioned, -the violet is the poet's flower. No other is mentioned so frequently, -or with such affection. - -It is impossible to say when this familiar flower first blossomed in -literature. The "Odyssey" would not be complete without it, nor would -the "Eclogues" of the Roman singer, Virgil. Ovid was fond of -horticulture, and the violet was not forgotten when the bard was -inditing his smooth-flowing hexameters. Pliny and Cicero, too, were -violet-lovers. In the Bible there is no mention of the flower; but in -Chrysostom's "First Homily" occurs perhaps the first appearance of our -little friend in Christian literature. - -Chaucer's affection for "floures" is well known. Of the many -Shakspearean quotations in this field, probably the most familiar -comprises the exquisite lines: - - "Violets dim, - But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes - Or Cytherea's breath." - -Passing to the more recent literary period, the individual taste of -the poet becomes noticeable. Strange to relate, Wordsworth could have -cared little for the shy blossom. Although he does say, - - "Long as there are violets - They will have their place in story," - -he leaves it to others to tell the story,--referring to the violet -only three or four times in all his voluminous writings. His -counterpart in this respect, among American poets, is Longfellow, in -whose musical numbers, singularly enough, the violet has almost no -place at all. Nor was the flower a favorite with Tennyson, though each -of his rare references to it is a gem; as this,-- - - "The meadow your walks have left so sweet - That wherever a March wind sighs, - He sets the jewel-prints of his feet - In violets blue as your eyes." - -American writers have, on the whole, given the violet a more prominent -place than have their English brethren of the lyre. Bryant's pages, -for instance, are fragrant with its perfume, and he has, in special, -immortalized the yellow variety in more than one finely turned stanza. - - * * * * * - -If most of the world's great bards have been reluctant to give Lady -Violet her due, not so the numerous rank and file of "minor poets." -The verse of Alice Cary, Lucy Larcom, Grace Greenwood, Elizabeth -Akers, Adelaide Proctor and dozens of others is a garden of -wild-flowers, with the violet leading the dance. Some of the prettiest -conceits occur in the writings of authors so obscure that their names -are unfamiliar to most readers. For instance, one must look far for a -volume of poetry bearing the name of Ethel M. Kelley; yet these fine -lines are attributed to her: - - "In her hair the sunbeams nest, - And in her eyes the violets blow, - While in the summer of her breast - The songbird thoughts flit to and fro." - -The compiler of this book has spent many pleasant hours in culling his -violets from the immense field of English and American poetry. -Another volume of equal size could readily be made up from extracts -containing references to the flower, to say nothing of German, French, -Spanish, Italian, and Scandinavian poetry, which has not been -considered in his quest. - -WILLIS BOYD ALLEN - - - - -CHAPTER ONE - - The silent, soft and humble heart - In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes. - --JAMES G. PERCIVAL. - - - - -CHAPTER ONE - - - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging; - Between the gusts that come and go - Methinks I hear the woodlark singing. - - Or can it be the breeze is bringing - The breath of violets?--Ah, no! - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging. - - It is my lady's voice that's stringing - Its beads of gold to song; and so - Methinks I hear the woodlark singing. - - The violets I see upspringing - Are in my lady's eyes, I trow; - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging. - -- JOHN PAYNE. - - - A chaplet on her head she wore - (Heigho, the chaplet!); - Of sweet violets therein was store-- - She's sweeter than the violet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - Tell me, this sweet morn, - Tell me all you know,-- - Tell me, was I born? - Tell me, did I grow? - Fell I from the blue - Like a drop of rain, - Then, as violets do, - Blossomed up again? - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Misty grew the violets of her eyes. - --HELEN B. BOSTWICK. - - - The violet loves the sunny bank, - The cowslip loves the lea, - The scarlet creeper loves the elm; - But I love--thee. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - Your name pronounced brings to my heart - A feeling like the violet's breath. - --COVENTRY PATMORE. - - - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Falls a faded violet. - Sweet and faint as its fragrance steal - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Tender memories, and I feel - A sense of longing and regret. - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Falls a faded violet. - --WALTER LEARNED. - - - Be other brows by pleasure's wreath - Or glory's coronal oppressed, - To me the humblest flower seems best, - Some sweet wild bloom with dews still wet. - So, Love, but kiss a violet-- - O, Love, but kiss a violet-- - And fling it to my breast! - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - Within my reach! - I could have touched! - I might have chanced that way! - Soft sauntered through the village, - Sauntered as soft away! - So unsuspected violets - Within the fields lie low, - Too late for striving fingers - That passed an hour ago. - --EMILY DICKINSON. - - - The silent, soft and humble heart - In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes. - --JAMES G. PERCIVAL. - - - Perchance the violets o'er my dust - Will half betray their buried trust, - And say, their blue eyes full of dew, - "She loved you better than you knew." - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Nature does not recognize - This strife that rends the earth and skies; - No war-dreams vex the winter sleep of clover-heads and daisy-eyes: - When blood her grassy altar wets, - She sends the pitying violets - To heal the outrage with their bloom and cover it with soft - regrets. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, - Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers - Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, - Which now are dead, lodged in thy living bowers. - - And still a new succession sings and flies; - Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot - Towards the old and still enduring skies; - While the low violet thrives at their root. - --HENRY VAUGHAN. - - - Blue eyes - Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - Love comes and goes as the free wind blows, - That asks not, as it passes, - If it touches the head of the roses red - Or the violets down in the grasses. - --HOSEA G. BLAKE. - - - Little maid, a violet - Is knocking at your door, - Eagerly its message sweet - Repeating o'er and o'er: - "Some one sent me with his love,-- - Take me, I implore!" - --ANONYMOUS. - - - 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. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - We shall be, as we are, - (Still breathes the secret strain) - Within our Father's loving care - When violets come again. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white, - On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light, - O'er the cold winter beds of their late-waking roots - The frosty flake eddies, the ice crystal shoots. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - When Roman fields are red with cyclamen, - And in the palace gardens you may find, - Under great leaves and sheltering briony-bind, - Clusters of cream-white violets, O then - The ruined city of immortal men - Must smile, a little to her fate resigned. - --EDMUND W. GOSSE. - - - Beside me, where I rest, - Thy loving hands will set - The flowers that please me best, - Moss-rose and violet. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Once in a dream I saw the flowers - That bud and bloom in Paradise; - More fair they are than waking eyes - Have seen in all this world of ours. - And faint the perfume-bearing rose, - And faint the lily on its stem, - And faint the perfect violet, - Compared with them. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - I do not know - The subtle secret of the snow, - That hides away the violets - Till April teaches them to blow. - Enough for me - Their tender loveliness to see, - Assured that little things and large - Fulfil God's purpose equally. - --MARY BRADLEY. - - - Violet, sweet violet! - Thine eyes are full of tears; - Are they wet, - Even yet, - With the thoughts of other years? - Or with gladness are they full, - For the night so beautiful, - And longing for those far-off spheres? - - Violet, dear violet, - Thy blue eyes are only wet - With joy and love of Him who sent thee, - And for the fulfilling sense - Of that glad obedience - Which made thee all that Nature meant thee. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - - -CHAPTER TWO - - - Violets, shy violets, - How many hearts with thee compare! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - - -CHAPTER TWO - - - Under a mantle of frost-work and snow, - Close by the arc of the fairy-queen's ring, - Sleeping in delicate grottoes of ice, - Clusters of violets dream of the spring. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - That strain again! It had a dying fall: - Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, - That breathes upon a bank of violets - Stealing and giving odor. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Slow rose the silken-fringèd lids, and eyes - Like violets wet with dew drank in the light. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - The careful little violet, - She makes me think of you, - Holding her leafy petticoats - From out the morning dew. - --ALICE CARY. - - - The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly - As in the air of her native East. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - When the earliest violets ope - On the sunniest southern slope, - When the air is sweet and keen - Ere the full-blown flower is seen, - When that blithe, forerunning air - Breathes more hope than thou canst bear, - Thou, oh buried, broken heart, - Into quivering life shalt start. - --EDITH M. THOMAS. - - - The wind-flowers and the violets were still too sound asleep, - Under the snow's warm blanket, close folded, soft and deep. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - Beautiful maid, discreet, - Where is the mate that is meet, - Meet for thee--strive as he could-- - Yet will I kneel at thy feet, - Fearing another one should, - Violet! - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - Violets, shy violets, - How many hearts with thee compare, - Who hide themselves in thickest green, - And thence unseen - Ravish the enraptured air - With sweetness, dewy, fresh and fair! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - I think the very violets - Are looking the way you'll come! - --ALICE CARY. - - - Once, long ago, in summer's glow, - We threaded, you and I, - A garden's maze of pleasant ways, - Whose beauty charmed the eye,-- - Where violets bent in sweet content - And pinks stood proud and high. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Then, feeble man, be wise, tak tent - How industry can fetch content. - Behold the bees where'er they wing, - Or through the bonny bowers o' spring, - Where violets or roses blaw, - An' siller dew-draps nightly fa'. - --ROBERT FERGUSON. - - - In her hair the sunbeams nest, - And in her eyes the violets blow, - While in the summer of her breast - The songbird thoughts flit to and fro. - --ETHEL M. KELLEY. - - - Violets steeped in dreamy odors, - Humble as the Mother mild, - Blue as were her eyes when watching - O'er her sleeping child. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - O Mother Nature, kind to every child - Blessed with the gift of speech, the gift of grace, - Teach thou the modest violet, shy and wild, - To look with trustfulness into my face. - --ISAAC B. CHOATE. - - - In Farsistan the violet spreads - Its leaves to the rival sky. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - My love, whose lips are softer far - Than drowsy poppy petals are, - And sweeter than the violet. - --ANDREW LANG. - - - From wintry days blue violets shrink - From wintry lives blue eyes will turn. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - Her eyes be like the violets - Ablow in Sudbury lane; - When she doth smile, her face is sweet - As blossoms after rain. - --LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE. - - - Through jocund reel, or measured tread - Of stately minuet, - Like fairy vision shone the bloom - Of rose and violet, - As, hand in hand with Washington, - The hero of the day, - The smiling face and nymph-like grace - Of Nancy led the way. - --ZITELLA COCKE. - - - You violets that first appear, - By your pure purple mantles known - Like the proud virgins of the year, - As if the spring were all your own,-- - What are you when the Rose is blown? - --SIR HENRY WOTTON. - - - Rock-gnawing lichens that forerun the feet - Of violets. - --JOHN T. TROWBRIDGE. - - - True Brahmin, in the meadows wet, - Expound the Vedas of the violet! - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Soon again shall music swell the breeze; - Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees - Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung - And violets scattered round; and old and young - In every cottage porch with garlands green, - Stand still to gaze, and gazing, bless the scene; - While, her dark eyes declining, by his side, - Moves in her virgin veil the gentle bride. - --SAMUEL ROGERS. - - - Der Mai ist da mit seinen goldnen Lichtern - Und seinen Lüften und gewürzten Düften, - Und freundlich lockt er mit den weissen Blüthen, - Und grusst aus tausend blauen Veilchenaugen. - --HEINRICH HEINE. - - - I only know - That she was very true and good: - The queenliest lily cannot match - The shy, sweet violet of the wood. - --WEATHERLY. - - - Her bloom the rose outvies, - The lily dares no plea, - The violet's glory dies, - No flower so sweet can be; - When love is in her eyes - What need of spring for me? - --ANNA MARIA FAY. - - - Who is there can sing of a more divine thing - Than the edge of the woods in the edge of the spring, - Ere the violets peep, while hepaticas sleep, - And still in the hollows the snow-drifts lie deep? - --MILDRED G. PHILLIPS. - - - The erthe was ful softe and swete. - Through moysture of the welle wete - Sprong up the sote grene, grene gras, - As fayre, as thycke, as myster was. - But moche amended it the place - That therthe was of such a grace - That it of floures hath plente, - That both in somer and wynter be. - There sprange the vyolet al newe, - And fresshe pervynke ryche of hewe, - And floures yelowe, white and rede; - Such plente grewe there never in mede. - Ful gaye was al the grounde, and queynt, - And poudred, as men had it peynt, - With many a freshe and sondry floure - That casten up ful good savoure. - --GEOFFREY CHAUCER. - - - Low lilies press about thy feet - With violets changing kisses sweet. - --JANE AUSTIN. - - - Come up, come up, O soft spring airs, - Come from your silver shining seas, - Where all day long you toss the wave - About the low and palm-plumed keys! - - For here the violet in the wood - Thrills with the fulness you shall take, - And wrapped away from life and love - The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER THREE - - - Hear the rain whisper, - "Dear violet, come." - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - - -CHAPTER THREE - - - The brown buds thicken on the trees, - Unbound, the free streams sing, - As March leads forth, across the leas, - The wild and windy spring. - - Where in the fields the melted snow - Leaves hollows warm and wet, - Ere many days will sweetly blow - The first blue violet. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Along the wood-paths, warm and wet, - Springs up the frail wood-violet. - --JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON. - - - The wild - Winds clash and clang, and broken boughs are piled - At feet of writhing trees. The violets raise - Their heads without affright, without amaze, - And sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Violet is for faithfulness, - Which in me shall abide. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Such sweet prophetic gladness as we feel - When first we find beneath the bare spring hills - So lately circled by the whirling snows, - The crocus peeping from the withered leaves; - When first we see the lingering day of flowers - Dawning in violets blue. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - The violet varies from the lily as far - As oak from elm. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Some wear the lily's stainless white - And some the rose of passion, - And some the violet's heavenly blue, - But each in its own fashion. - --HENRY VAN DYKE. - - - Beauty clear and fair - Where the air - Rather like a perfume dwells; - Where the violet and the rose - Their blue veins and blush disclose - And come to honor nothing else. - --SAMUEL FLETCHER. - - - No tree unfolds its timid bud, - Chill pours the hillside's chilling flood, - The tuneless forest all is dumb-- - Whence then, fair violet, didst thou come? - --GOODRICH. - - - All flowers died when Eve left Paradise, - And all the world was flowerless for a while, - Until a little child was laid in earth; - Then from its grave grew violets for its eyes, - And from its lips rose-petals for its smile. - --MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN. - - - Sweet and sad, like a white dove's note, - Strange voices wakened my soul to glee, - And soft scents strayed from the violet's throat. - --BERNARD WELLER. - - - When the rain beats and March winds blow, - We should be glad if we could know - How, not so very far away, - There shineth a serener day - Where birds are blithe, and happy children pass - To gather violets among the grass. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Like a violet, like a lark, - Like the dawn that kills the dark, - Like a dew-drop, trembling, clinging, - Is the poet's first sweet singing. - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - Earth folds dark blankets round the violet blue. - --AUSTIN DOBSON. - - - Her mild eyes were innocent of ill - As violets in sheltered nooks enshrined. - --CARRYL. - - - O violets, who never fret, nor say, "I won't!" "I will!" - Who only live to do your best His wishes to fulfil, - Teach us your sweet obedience. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - When beechen buds begin to swell, - And woods the bluebird's warble know, - The yellow violet's modest bell - Peeps from the last year's leaves below. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - I hold thy violets against my face - And deeply breathe the haunting purple scent - That fills my weary heart with sweet content - And lays upon my soul a chrismal grace; - The air around me for a little space - Is heavy with the fragrance they have lent, - And every passing wind that heavenward went - Has held thy blossoms in a close embrace. - --MYRTLE REED. - - - 'Twas when the spring was coming, when the snow - Had melted, and fresh winds began to blow, - And girls were selling violets in the town. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - My house is small and low; - But with pictures such as these,-- - Of the sunset, and the row - Of illuminated trees, - And the heifer as she drinks - From the field of meadowed ground, - With the violets and the pinks - For a border all around,-- - Let me never, foolish, pray - For a vision wider spread, - But, contented, only say, - Give me, Lord, my daily bread. - --ALICE CARY. - - - How can our fancies help but go - Out from this realm of mist and rain, - Out from this realm of sleet and snow, - When the first southern violets blow? - --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. - - - But one short week ago the trees were bare, - And winds were keen, and violets pinched with frost; - Today the spring is in the air. - --JOHN TODHUNTER. - - - Are there violets in the sod, - Crocuses beneath the clod? - When will Boreas give us peace? - Or has Winter signed a lease - For another month of frost, - Leaving Spring to pay the cost? - For it seems he still is king, - Though 'tis spring. - --CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH. - - - See, the violets call from out the grasses, - Look, the purple answers from the ground; - Azure melts and to that warbler passes, - Sudden, a sky-fleck on the fences found! - --CHARLES DE KAY. - - - I know that thou art the word of my God, dear violet. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - On sheltered banks, beneath the dripping eaves, - Spring's earliest nurselings spread their glowing leaves, - Bright with the hues from wider pictures won, - White, azure, golden,--drift, or sky, or sun;-- - The snowdrop, bearing on her patient breast - The frozen trophy torn from winter's crest; - The violet, gazing on the arch of blue - Till her own iris wears its deepened hue; - The spendthrift crocus, bursting through the mould, - Naked and shivering with his cup of gold. - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - The meadow your walks have left so sweet - That wherever a March wind sighs, - He sets the jewel-print of your feet - In violets blue as your eyes. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - The warring hosts of Winter and of Spring - Are hurtling o'er the plains. - All night I heard their battle clarions ring - And jar the window-panes. - - The saddened robins flit through leafless trees, - And chirp with tuneless voice, - And wait the conquering sun, the unbinding breeze; - They cannot yet rejoice. - - Slowly the victor Spring her foe outflanks, - And countermines his snows; - Then, unawares, along the grassy banks, - Her ambushed violets throws. - --CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. - - - Knowledge this man prizes best - Seems fantastic to the rest: - Pondering shadows, colors, clouds, - Grass-buds and caterpillar shrouds, - Boughs on which the wild bees settle, - Tints that spot the violet's petal. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - But who hath breathed the scent of violets - And not that moment been some lover glad? - --ARLO BATES. - - - What blooms here, - Filling the honeyed atmosphere - With faint, delicious fragrances, - Freighted with blessed memories? - The earliest March violet, - Dear as the image of Regret, - And beautiful as Hope. - --EMMA LAZARUS. - - - Violets and bilberry bells, - Maple-sap and daffodels, - Grass with green flag half-mast high. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Pit, pat, patter, clatter, - Sudden sun, and clatter, patter! - First the blue and then the shower; - Bursting bud and smiling flower; - Brooks set free with tinkling ring; - Birds too full of song to sing; - Crisp old leaves astir with pride, - Where the timid violets hide: - All things ready with a will-- - April's coming up the hill! - --MARY MAPES DODGE. - - Violets suit when homebirds build and sing. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Radiant Sister of the Day, - Awake, arise, and come away - To the wild woods and the plains; - To the pools where winter rains - Image all their roof of leaves; - Where the pine its garland weaves, - Of sapless green and ivy dim, - Round stems that never kiss the sun; - Where the lawns and pastures be, - And the sand-hills of the sea; - Where the melting hoar-frost wets - The daisy-star that never sets; - And wind-flowers and violets, - Which yet join not scent to hue, - Crown the pale year, weak and new. - --PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. - - - - -CHAPTER FOUR - - - The lone violet, which for love's own sake, - Its life exhales in pure unconscious good. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - - -CHAPTER FOUR - - - In my breast - Spring wakens too; and my regret - Becomes an April violet, - And buds and blossoms like the rest. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Deep violets you liken to - The kindest eyes that look on you - Without a thought disloyal. - --ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. - - - To thee the nymphs of the forest offer their store of lilies, - And at thy feet fair Nais lays her violets pale. - --VIRGIL. - - - The wind sprang up in the tree-tops - And shrieked with a voice of death, - But the rough-voiced breeze, that shook the trees, - Was touched with a violet's breath. - --PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR. - - - One morn a lad cried in the street, - "Fresh violets!" and, as in answer sweet, - A bluebird flung, bouquet-like, clear and strong, - Athwart the misty window, his first song. - --WILLIAM STRUTHERS. - - - The April morn - Climbs softly up the eastern sky, - And glimmers through the milk-white thorn, - Or dances where the violets lie. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - April violets glow - In wayside nooks, close clustering into groups, - Like shy elves hiding from the traveler's eye. - --THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. - - - Violets begin to blush; - Speedwell opens too her eye - And the kingcup wooes the sky. - --EDWARD CAPERN. - - - It isn't raining rain to me, but fields of clover bloom, - Where any buccaneering bee can find a bed and room; - A health unto the happy, and a fig for him who frets! - It isn't raining rain to me, it's raining violets. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - She walked across the fields icebound, - Like some shy, sunny hint of spring, - And stooping suddenly she found - A violet, a dainty thing, - Which shunned the chilly light of day - Until sweet Aprille came that way. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - The violet trills, through the bluebird, - Of the heaven that within her she feels. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Like those same winds when, startled from their lair, - They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks - From icy caves, even as thy clear looks - Bid my heart bloom, and sing, and break all care. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - And now the other violets are crowding up to see - What welcome in this blustering world may chance for them to be. - They lift themselves on slender stems in every shaded place, - Heads over heads, all turned one way, wonder in every face. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - It is April, crying sore and weeping - O'er the chilly earth so brown and bare. - "When I went away," she murmurs, sobbing, - "All my violet banks were starred with blue; - Who, O who has been here, basely robbing - Bloom and odor from the fragrant crew?" - Thus she plaineth. Then ten million voices - Tiny, murmurous, like drops of rain, - Raised in song as when the wind rejoices, - Ring the answer, "We are here again!" - --SARAH CHANNING WOOLSEY. - - - Now fades the last long streak of snow, - Now bourgeons every maze of quick - About the flowering squares, and thick - By ashen roots the violets grow. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Violets now, that strew - The green lap of the new-come spring. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Elder boughs were budding yet, - Oaken boughs looked wintry still, - But primrose and veined violet - In the mossful turf were set, - While mating birds made haste to sing - And build with right good-will. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Violets, - Which April ne'er forgets! - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Sweetly breathing, vernal air, - That with kind warmth doth repair - Winter's ruins; from whose breast - All the gums and spice o' the East - Borrow their perfumes; whose eye - Gilds the morn, and clears the sky; - Whose disheveled tresses shed - Pearls upon the violet bed. - --THOMAS CAREW. - - - A wealth of clover clothes the place - Where, clad in buff-lined coats of blue, - Our countrymen o'erthrew - Their alien foe; and violets efface - All signs of combat. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - Down through the sunshine - Wings flutter and fly;-- - Quick, little violet, - Open your eye! - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Where violets hide, - Where star-flowers strew the rivulet's side, - And blue-birds, in the misty spring, - Of cloudless skies and summer sing. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Here the first violets - Perhaps will bud unseen, - And a dove, maybe, - Return to nestle here. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - In winter, when the garden-plots were bare, - And deep winds piloted the shriven snow, - He saw its gleaming in the cottage fire, - While, with a book of botany on his knee, - He sat and hunger'd for a breath of spring. - Here beds of roses sweetened all the page; - Here lilies whiter than the falling snow - Crept gleaming softly from the printed lines; - Here dewy violets sparkled till the book - Dazzled his eyes with rays of misty blue. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Die blauen Veilchen der Aengelein, - Die rothen Rosen der Wängelein, - Die weissen Lilien der Händchen klein, - Die blühen und blühen noch immerfort, - Und nur das Herzchen ist verdorrt. - --HEINRICH HEINE. - - - Again has come the springtime - With the crocus' golden bloom, - With the smell of the fresh-turned earth mould - And the violet's perfume. - --SAMUEL LONGFELLOW. - - - Under the green hedges, after the snow, - There do the dear little violets grow, - Hiding their modest and beautiful heads - Under the hawthorne in soft, mossy beds. - --JOHN MOULTRIE. - - - A duller sense than mine should feel - The stir in nature's warming soul; - It makes the shouting bluebirds reel, - And bursts the violet's twisted scroll. - --GEORGE HENRY BOKER. - - - I see Thee in the distant blue, - But in the violet's dell of dew, - Behold, I breathe and touch Thee, too. - --JOHN B. TABB. - - - Spring sat dejected in a sheltered nook - And sighed because of the long-lingering snow, - And prayed that warm, life-giving winds might blow; - When at her feet there grew, with trembling look, - A violet that whispered: "I forsook - My cell to comfort thee and still thy woe." - Then, filled with hope, Spring said: "I now shall go - And greet each hill and vale and winding brook." - Where'er she went, earth blessed her with its flowers: - Arbutus, columbines, anemones, - And sunny marigolds that deck the wet - Lowlands. But in the soothing moonlit hours, - When dreaming 'neath the blossom-laden trees, - She holds with loving hands the violet. - --JOHN LUTHER BRENIZER. - - - Ein kleines blau Veilchen - Stand eben erst ein Weilchen - Unten im Thal am Bach; - Da dacht' es einmal nach - Und sprach: - "Dass ich hier unten blüh' - Lohnt sich kaum der Müh'; - Muss mich überall bücken - Und drücken. - Ei," spricht' es, "hier ist's schön, - Aber alles kann man doch nicht sehen; - So ein Berg - Ist doch nur ein Schwerz; - Auf der Alp da droben, - Das wär, eher zu loben: - Da möcht' ich wohl sein, - Da gückt' ich bis in Himmel hinein." - --FRIEDRICH FÖRSTER. - - - - -CHAPTER FIVE - - - O violet, blue-eyed violet, - Scented with sweetest breath! - --CAROLINE A. SOULE. - - - - -CHAPTER FIVE - - - Up from the sweet South comes the lingering May, - Sets the first wind-flower trembling on its stem; - Scatters her violets with lavish hands, - White, blue and amber. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - The vales shall laugh in flowers, the woods - Grow misty-green with leafing buds, - And violets and wind-flowers sway - Against the throbbing heart of May. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - When springtime comes, - Primrose and violet haunt the mossy bank. - --HENRY G. HEWLETT. - - - Rosy and white on the wanton breeze - The petals fall from the apple-trees, - And under the hedge where the shade lies wet - Are children, picking the violet. - --F. W. BOURDILLON. - - - The same sweet sounds are in my ear - My early childhood loved to hear. - The violet there, in soft May dew, - Comes up, as modest and as true. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Farewell to thee, France! but when Liberty rallies - Once more in thy regions, remember me then-- - The violet still grows in the depths of thy valleys, - Though withered, thy tears will unfold it again. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Where the rose doth wear her blushes - Like a garment, and the fair - And modest violets sit together, - Weaving, in mild May weather, - Purples out of dew and air - Fit for any queen to wear. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Hear the rain whisper, - "Dear violet, come!" - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - On every sunny hillock spread, - The pale primrose lifts her head; - Rich with sweets, the western gale - Sweeps along the cowslip'd dale; - Every bank, with violets gay, - Smiles to welcome in the May. - --ROBERT SOUTHEY. - - - The air was soft and fresh and sweet; - The slopes in spring's new verdure lay, - And wet with dew-drops at my feet - Bloomed the young violets of May. - --JOHN HOWARD BRYANT. - - - In each hedgerow spring must hasten - Cowslips sweet to set; - And under every leaf, in shadow - Hide a violet. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - The buds of April had burst into bloom on the willow and maple, - Fresh with dew was the sod, with dim blue violets sprinkled. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - The dream of winter broken, - Behold her, blue and dear, - Shy Violet, sure token - That April's here! - --FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN. - - - Not the first violet on a woodland lea - Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - No more shall meads be decked with flowers, - Nor sweetness dwell in rosy bowers, - Nor greenest buds on branches spring, - Nor warbling birds delight to sing, - Nor April violets paint the grove, - If I forsake my Celia's love. - --THOMAS CAREW. - - - And O, and O, - The daisies blow, - And the primroses are wakened; - And the violets white - Sit in silver light, - And the green buds are long in the spike end. - --OLD ENGLISH SONG. - - - A violet that nestles cheek to the mellowed ground; - The humming of a happy brook about its daily round; - The woody breath of pines; the smell of loosening sods; - Such simple links of being,--such common things of God's. - --ELLA M. BAKER. - - - Merry, ever-merry May! - Made of sunbeams, shade and showers, - Bursting buds and breathing flowers! - Dripping locked and rosy-vested, - Violet slippered, rainbow crested. - --WILLIAM D. GALLAGHER. - - - There were banks of purple violet, - And arbutus, first whisper of the May. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Through thee, meseems, the very rose is red, - From thee the violet steals its breath in May. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - Beneath my feet - The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, - Running over the club-moss burrs; - I inhaled the violet's breath; - Around me stood the oaks and firs; - Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; - Over me soared the eternal sky, - Full of light and of deity; - Beauty through my senses stole,-- - I yielded myself to the perfect whole. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Now the tender, sweet arbutus - Trails her blossom-clustered vines, - And the many-figured cinquefoil - In the shady hollow twines; - Here, behind this crumbled tree-trunk, - With the cooling showers wet, - Fresh and upright, blooms the sunny - Golden-yellow violet. - --DORA READ GOODALE. - - - Saintly violets, plucked in bosky dell. - --CLINTON SCOLLARD. - - - Thy feasting tables shall be hills - With daisies spread, and daffadils; - Where thou shalt sit, and red-brest by, - For meat, shall give thee melody. - Ile give thee chaines and carkanets - Of primroses and violets. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - With saucy gesture - Primroses flare, - And roguish violets - Hidden with care. - And whatsoever - There stirs and strives, - The spring's contented, - It works and thrives. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - White violets, pure violets, - That might be wreathed in coronets - For baby brows of spotless mould, - That no earth shadows overfold; - White winsome things with dovelike wings - That brood in grassy nest, - As thick as stars no tempest mars - With presence of unrest. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Look forth, Beloved, through the tender air, - And let thine eyes - The violets be. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - 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." - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - The gentle drift - Of odorous distillings in the air, - Daffodils growing on the field's green breast, - Buds all a-blow, and the enchanted breath - Of violets peeping in the damp hedgerow, - Kindled to being. - --CHRISTINA CATHERINE LIDDELL. - - - That young May violet to me is dear, - And I visit the silent streamlet near, - To look on the lovely flower. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - The larch has donned its rosy plumes, - And hastes its emerald beads to string: - The warblers now are on the wing, - Across the pathless ocean glooms. - Through tender grass and violet blooms - I move along and gaily sing. - --RICHARD WILTON. - - - Violets stir and arbutus wakes, - Claytonia's rosy bells unfold; - Dandelion through the meadow makes - A royal road, with seals of gold. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Dear little violet, - Don't be afraid! - Lift your blue eyes - From the rock's mossy shade! - - All the birds call for you - Out of the sky: - May is here, waiting, - And so, too, am I. - - Come, pretty violet, - Winter's away: - Come, for without you - May isn't May. - - Now all is beautiful - Under the sky. - May's here--and violets! - Winter, good-bye! - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace, - Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first, - The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue. - --JAMES THOMSON. - - - While May bedecks the naked trees - With tassels and embroideries, - And many blue-eyed violets beam - Along the edges of the stream. - --HENRY VAN DYKE. - - - The country ever has a lagging spring, - Waiting for May to call its violets forth, - And June its roses. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - And in the meadows soft, on either hand, - Blossomed white parsley and the violet. - --HOMER. - - - Welcome, maids of honor, - You do bring - In the Spring, - And wait upon her. - - She has virgins many - Fresh and fair, - Yet you are - More sweet than any. - - Ye are the maiden posies - And so graced - To be placed - 'Fore damask roses. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - Tute le barche parte via sta note, - E quela del mio ben doman de note; - Tute le barche cargarà de tole, - E quela del mio ben de rose e viole. - --VENETIAN SONG. - - - - -CHAPTER SIX - - - Better to smell the violet cool, - Than sip the glowing wine. - --GEORGE MACDONALD. - - - - -CHAPTER SIX - - - Wooed by the June day's fervent breath, - Violets opened their violet eyes. - --LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON. - - - The wind, that poet of the elements, - Tonight comes whistling down our tropic lanes, - And wakes the slumbrous hours with sweet refrains. - · · · · · · - Before the pilgrim minstrel violets place - The purple censers of their fervent youth. - --MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND. - - - Now in snowdrops pure and pale - Breaks the sere grass; the violet rends her veil. - --HENRY G. HEWLETT. - - - The violet's charms I prize, indeed, - So modest 'tis, and fair. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Seek the bank where flowering elders crowd, - Where scattered wild the lily of the vale - Its balmy essence breathes; where cowslips hang - The dewy head, where purple violets lurk - With all the lowly children of the shade. - --JAMES THOMSON. - - - So then the world's repeating its old story? - Once more, thank God, its fairest page we turn! - The violets and mayflowers, like the glory - Of gold and color in old missals, burn - With fadeless shimmering; - These are its headings and vignettes. The heart - Beats quicker when the Book of Life apart - Falls at the page of Spring! - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Currents of fragrance, from the orange-tree, - And sward of violets, breathing to and fro, - Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea, - Refresh the idle boatman where they blow. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Close by the roots of moss-grown stumps, - The sweetest and the first to blow, - The blue-eyed violets, in clumps, - Kiss one another as they grow. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - The purple heath and golden broom - On moory mountains catch the gale, - O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, - The violet in the vale. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - She who sung so gently to the lute - Her dream of home, steals timidly away, - Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - Lead me where amid the tranquil vale - The broken streamlet flows in silver light; - And I will linger when the gale - O'er the bank of violets sighs, - Listening to hear its softened sounds arise. - --ROBERT SOUTHEY. - - - In lower pools that see - All their marges clothed all around - With the innumerable lily; - Whence the golden-girdled bee - Flits through flowering rush to fret - White or duskier violet. - --ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE. - - - Blue violets, blithe violets, - Who that is human e'er forgets - Your brightness and your blithesomeness, - Your innocent meek tenderness, - That e'er hath stood in budding wood - And seen you at his feet, - Like rarest elves that deck themselves - In fairyhood complete, - Though blue as mist the sun has kissed - In valleys wild and sweet? - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, - In purple's richest pride arrayed, - Your errand here fulfil; - Go bid the artist's simple stain - Your lustre imitate in vain, - And match your Master's skill. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - They are the nation of the bees, - Born from the breath of flowers. - Low in the violet's breast of blue - For treasured food they sink; - They know the flowers that hold the dew - For their small race to drink. - --ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER. - - - Sweet-brier, leaning on the crag - That the lady-fern hides under; - Harebells, violets white and blue: - Who has sweeter flowers, I wonder? - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Violet, delicate, sweet, - Down in the deep of the wood, - Hid in thy still retreat, - Far from the sound of the street, - Man and his merciless mood. - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, - Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Under foot the violet, - Crocus and hyacinth, with rich inlay, - Broidered the ground. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - In my veins a music as of boughs - When the cool aspen-fingers of the rain - Feel for the eyelids of the earth in spring. - In every vein quick life; within my soul - The meekness of some sweet eternity - Forgot; and in my eyes soft violet-thoughts - That widen'd in the eye-ball to the light, - And peep'd, and trembled chilly back to the soul - Like leaves of violets closing. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - A little child with wondering, wide blue eyes - Shining with ecstasy, yet dimmed with tears, - As though a sudden joy strove with her fears - Only half conquered, while a sweet surprise - Like the first radiant glow of dawning skies - In the uplifted, wistful face appears; - Her tiny foot advanced, as one who nears - The gates of some long-wished-for Paradise,-- - With parted lips the timid maiden stands - Clothed in her childish robe of spotless white; - Close to her bosom, in her little hands, - Clasping a knot of violets, all bright - With morning dew, and shyly whispering - In tones of bird and streamlet: "I am Spring!" - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - Now boys and laughing girls pluck violets - And all the dainty wildflowers of the field. - --OVID. - - - She is so noble, firm and true, - I drink truth from her eyes, - As violets gain the heavens' own blue - In gazing at the skies. - --JOHN HAY. - - - The violet in her greenwood bower - Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, - May boast itself the fairest flower - In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. - --SIR WALTER SCOTT. - - - The lone violet which for love's own sake - Its life exhales in pure unconscious good, - Some sunless glen a glowing shrine to make, - With urn of incense in the solitude. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - The wild rose sends a honeyed breath - To woo the bee from neighboring wold; - The violet holds its dainty cup - To catch the morning's earliest gold. - --W. M. L. JAY. - - - Her passions the shy violet - From Hafiz never hides. - Love-longings of the raptured bird - The bird to him confides. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - They knew me not,--blue flower, blue eyes; - She, careless, passed me when we met; - The tender glance which I would prize - Above all things, the violet - Received, and I went on my way, - Companioned with the cheerless day. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - Like some immortal heathen thing, - All fresh with bloom, with odor sweet, - With brook and bird and breeze in tune, - The beautiful bright earth of June - Moves to the fullness of her noon, - While serving sunbeams round her fling - The purple violets as they fleet. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - Run, little rivulet, run! - Sing of the flowers, every one,-- - Of the delicate harebell and violet blue; - Of the red mountain rosebud, all dripping with dew. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Safe from the storm and the heat, - Breathing of beauty and good, - Fragrantly, under thy hood, - Violet! - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - O violets, blue-eyed violets! - Scented with sweetest breath, - You seem, as I stoop to pluck you, - To whisper, "There is no death." - --CAROLINE A. SOULE. - - - - -CHAPTER SEVEN - - - A shadowy nook, where half afraid - Of their own loveliness, some violets lie. - --OSCAR WILDE. - - - - -CHAPTER SEVEN - - - Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease, - Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made! - --GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP. - - - I heard the laughter of a brook, - A tiny brook, that babbled through - The fields and told the tales it took - Of bird and reed and water-thing; - And stooping low I saw a gleam - Of violets that nodded to - Their gay reflection in the stream. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - More shy than the shy violet - Hiding when the wind doth pass. - --ELLEN M. CORTISSOZ. - - - The ferns bend low, the grasses lean, - As doing homage to a queen, - The fairest queens that ever smiled - On cavalier, or king beguiled: - Oh, sweet and tender violets! - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - I go to the river there below - Where in bunches the violets grow, - And sun and shadow meet. - --HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. - - - Beneath - Peep the blue violets out of black loam. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - The violet varies from the lily as far - As oak from elm. - --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. - - - Lover of each gracious thing - Which makes glad the summer-tide, - From the daisies clustering - And the violets, purple-eyed, - To those shy and hidden blooms - Which in forest coverts stay. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - I thread the rustling ranks, that hide - Their misty violet treasure. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - But when the green world buds to blossoming, - Keep violets for the spring, and love for youth, - Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth and hope: - Or if a later, sadder love be born, - Let this not look for grace beyond its scope, - But give itself. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - And now, when summer south-winds blow - And brier and harebell bloom again, - I tread the pleasant paths we trod, - I see the violet-sprinkled sod - Whereon she leaned. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - Sisters, ere the moon is set, - Twine the white, white violet, - While the dews are on it yet, - With the myriad-starrèd mignonette. - --FORCEYTHE WILSON. - - - Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare - The summer to its rose may bring; - Far sweeter to the wooing air - The hidden violet of the spring. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - And near the snow-drop's tender white and green, - The violet in its screen. - --HENRY TIMROD. - - - Pale marguerites, that swayed with dainty grace - To every breeze, the violet's sweet, shy face, - And heart'sease, wonder-eyed. - --J. TORREY CAPEN. - - - Oh, those gardens dear and far, - Where the wild wind-fairies are! - Though we see not, we can hearken - To them when the spring skies darken, - Singing clearly, singing purely, - Songs of far-off Elfland surely, - And they pluck the wild wind posies, - Lilies, violets and roses. - --PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. - - - Miss Violet displays no hood, - Nor garbs herself as violets should-- - She sports a witching hat; - Nor is she found in dim retreat, - But often on the crowded street - Her boots go pit-a-pat. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - And give my simple thought the skill to know - What interchanging hints between us pass; - What sense of joy it is that thrills me so - Whene'er I see blue violets in the grass. - --ISAAC B. CHOATE. - - - Here eglantine embalmed the air, - Hawthorn and hazel mingled there; - The primrose pale, and violet flower, - Found in each cliff a narrow bower. - --SIR WALTER SCOTT. - - - It trembled off the keys,--a parting kiss - So sweet,--the angel slept upon his sword - As through the gate of Paradise we swept,-- - Partakers of creation's primal bliss! - --The air was heavy with the breath - Of violets and love till death-- - Forgetful of eternal banishment, - Deep down the dusk of passion-haunted ways, - Lost in the dreaming alchemies of tone, - Drenched in the dew no other wings frequent, - --Our thirsting hearts drank in the breath - Of violets and love in death-- - There was no world, no flesh, no boundary line-- - Spirit to spirit--chord and dissonance, - Beyond the jealousy of space or time - His life in one low cry broke over mine! - --The waking angel drew a shuddering breath - Of violets and love and death. - --MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON. - - - Bay leaves between - And primroses green - Embellish the sweet violet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - Better to smell the violet cool - Than sip the glowing wine; - Better to hark a hidden brook - Than watch a diamond shine. - --GEORGE MACDONALD. - - - Upon the water's velvet edge - The purple blossoms breathe delight, - Close nestled to the grassy sedge - As sweet as dawn, as dark as night. - O brook and branches, far away, - My heart keeps time with you today! - "The violets--the violets!" - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Call the crowfoot and the crocus, - Call the pale anemone, - Call the violet and the daisy, - Clothed with careful modesty. - --PHOEBE CARY. - - - The mosses are wet - Under chestnut and thorn - With blossoms new-born - Of dim violet. - --JOHN A. SYMONDS. - - - Give me only a bud from the trees - Or a blade of grass in morning dew, - Or a cloudy violet clearing to blue, - I could look on it forever. - --SYDNEY DOBELL. - - - How could I forget - To beg of thee, dear violet! - Some of thy modesty, - That blossoms here as well, unseen, - As if before the world thou'dst been, - O give to strengthen me. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - When daisies pied, and violets blue, - And lady-smocks all silver white, - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, - Do paint the meadows with delight. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - An emerald robe o'er all the fields is drawn; - Here are cowslips, there the violets appear; - The rill's low laughter, children's joyous words, - The ploughman's chorus, with the song of birds, - In mingled cadences, are heard afar and near. - --JOSIAH RICE TAYLOR. - - - All the world is blooming, wherefore sigh? - Violets amid the grasses lie, - And the wild bees with their girdles bright - Climb up dazzling shafts of dazzling light; - And on cowslips fall, in golden play, - Shadows of the swallows on their way. - --MRS. WHITON-STONE. - - - One loves a baby face, with violets there, - Violets instead of laurel in the hair, - As these were all the little locks could bear. - --ROBERT BROWNING. - - - The sea is growing summer blue, - But fairer, sweeter than the smiling sky, - Or bashful violet with tender eye, - Is she whose love for me will never die,-- - I love you, darling, only you! - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - "Use! Use! Use!" - I cried impatiently;--"nothing but use! - As if God never made a violet, - Or hung a harebell!" - --J. G. HOLLAND. - - - The pride of every grove I chose, - The violet sweet and lily fair, - The dappled pink and blushing rose, - To deck my charming Chloe's hair. - --MATTHEW PRIOR. - - - 'Twas a child - In whose large eyes of blue there shone, indeed, - Something to waken wonder. Never sky - In noontide depth, or softly breaking dawn-- - Never the dew in new-born violet's cup, - Lay so entranced in purity. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - - -CHAPTER EIGHT - - - Violets, faint with love's perfume, - Lie hid in tall green grasses. - --MARY E. BLAKE. - - - - -CHAPTER EIGHT - - - The violet, she is faint with heat-- - The lily is all forlorn; - My love, arise, with thy dewy eyes, - Arise, and be their morn! - --ALICE CARY. - - - Grow greener, grass, where the river flows-- - Her feet have pressed you; - Blow fresher, violet! lily! rose! - Her eyes have blessed you. - --CHARLES MACKAY. - - - Violets make the airs that pass - Telltales of their fragrant slope. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - Sich a rainy season - A-comin' by-an'-by; - But Sun will play de hide-an'-seek - Yander in the sky. - - Lily'll look so lonesome-- - Violet hide his eye; - But de skies will do yo' weepin', - So, honey, don't you cry! - - W'en der rain is over, - Violet dress in blue; - Red rose say: "I sweet terday-- - An' here's a kiss fer you!" - --FRANK L. STANTON. - - - Shadows, like the violets tangled, - Like the soft light, softly mingled. - --ALICE CARY. - - - When violets pranked the turf with blue, - And morning filled their cups with dew. - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - Came one by one the seasons, meetly drest. - · · · · · · - First Spring--upon whose head a wreath was set - Of wind-flowers and the yellow violet-- - Advanced. Then Summer led his loveliest - Of months, one ever to the minstrel dear - (Her sweet eyes dewy wet), - June, and her sisters, whose brown hands entwine - The brier-rose and the bee-haunted columbine. - --EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. - - - Oh, not more sweet the tears - Of the dewy eve on the violet shed, - Than the dews of age on the hoary head - When it enters the eve of years. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - 'Twas violet time when he and she - Went roaming the meadows wide and free. - A happy lad and lass were they, - Their hearts, their hopes, their voices gay,-- - She seventeen, he twenty-three. - - The skies were calm as a sleeping sea, - And the hills and streams and the mossy lea - A part of the wooing seemed to be; - 'Twas violet time. - - Years fled, and weak and old grew he; - His form was bent like a snow-bowed tree, - His hair was white and hers was gray, - But their souls were young as a morn in May, - And in their souls--sweet mystery!-- - 'Twas violet time! - --ERNEST WARBURTON SHURTLEFF. - - - A violet by a mossy stone - Half hidden from the eye-- - Fair as a star, when only one - Is shining in the sky, - She lived. - --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. - - - O playmate in the golden time! - Our mossy seat is green, - Its fringing violets blossom yet; - The old trees o'er it lean. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - The brown pine-needles at our feet - Spread forth until the green is met, - To mingle all their perfume sweet - With trillium and with violet. - --WILLIAM McLELLAN. - - - Ungarlanded still stand the fair - White ladyes of the wood; - Yet, purple-robed, the violet - Peeps from her gray-green hood. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Passing along through the field of wheat - By the hedge where in spring the violets glow, - And the bluebells blossom around our feet. - --CHARLES SAYLE. - - - Lady violet, blooming meekly - By the brooklet free, - Bending low thy gentle forehead - All his grace to see; - Turn thee from the wooing water-- - Whisper soft, I pray, - For the wind might hear my secret-- - Does he love me? Say! - --N. C. KETCHUM. - - - Violets in the hazel copse, - Bluebells in the dingle; - Birds in all the green tree-tops - Joyous songs commingle. - --MARY C. GILLINGTON. - - - In her face a garden lies: - Violets are her azure eyes; - Just below them there repose - Blushing cheeks of velvet rose; - 'Twixt the roses, scorning drouth, - Tulips of her tempting mouth. - In this garden alley may - Only one, the chosen, stray. - Reveling in their radiant hues, - Tasting of their precious dews, - Rich delights he ne'er forgets-- - Tulips, roses, violets. - --GEORGE BIRDSEYE. - - - From over-sea, - Violets, for memories, - I send to thee. - --WILLIAM SHARP. - - - For thoughts of a sylvan home, - For forest trees gemmed with dew, - For sake of the Giver kind, - Violets, I love you. - --GRACE HIBBARD. - - - I sometimes dream that when at last - My life is done with fading things, - Again will blossom forth the past - To which my memory fondest clings. - That some fair star has kept for me - Fresh blooming still by brook and tree - The violets--the violets! - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - When woods in early green were dressed, - And from the chambers of the west - The warmer breezes, traveling out, - Breathed the new scent of flowers about, - My truant steps from home would stray, - Upon its grassy side to play, - List the brown thrasher's vernal hymn, - And crop the violet on its brim. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - In shadows cool and dim - I rest at ease from care and cark, - With pinks and violets to mark - My small horizon's rim. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - A shadowy nook, where half afraid - Of their own loveliness, some violets lie - That will not look the gold sun in the face. - --OSCAR WILDE. - - - How sweet to rest, ere dawns the summer's heat, - Where violets gaze upward to the sky! - --GUNNISON. - - - Little streams have flowers a-many, - Beautiful and fair as any,-- - Arrowhead with eye of jet, - And the water-violet. - --MARY HOWITT. - - - Soft-breathed winds, under yon gracious moon, - Doing mild errands for mild violets. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - The violets that skirt the bank - Bend down to thank - The laughing stream with kisses sweet. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Poised in a sheeny mist - Of the dust of bloom, - Clasped to the poppy's breast and kissed, - Baptized in violet perfume - From foot to plume! - --JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON. - - - - -CHAPTER NINE - - - Modest violet, maiden violet, - Pray, can I borrow your blue eyes? - --ALICE CARY. - - - - -CHAPTER NINE - - - These fall-time violets seem - Like a dream within a dream. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - O that I were listening under the olives! - So should I hear behind in the woodland - The peasants talking. Either a woman, - A wrinkled grandame, stands in the sunshine, - Stirs the brown soil in an acre of violets-- - Large odorous violets--and answers slowly - A child's swift babble; or else at noon - The laborers come. - --MARGARET L. WOODS. - - - The violets meet and disport themselves, - Under the trees, by tens and twelves. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - Shall I tell you what wonderful fancy - Built up this palace for me? - It was only a little white violet - I found at the root of a tree. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - From the field by the river's brink, - Where violets hid his nest, - Soars high with a canticle of the blest - The jubilant bobolink. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Open wide the windows-- - The green hills are in sight, - Winds are whispering, "Violets!" - And--there's a daisy white, - And the great sun says, "Good morning!" - And the valleys sing delight. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Violets, faint with love's perfume, - Lie hid in tall green grasses. - --MARY E. BLAKE. - - - The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, - And the diamond drops o' dew shall be her een sae clear, - The violets for modesty which weel she fa's to wear. - --ROBERT BURNS. - - - The bright-eyed daisy, the violet sweet, - The blushing poppy that nods and trembles - In its scarlet hood among the wheat. - --WILLIAM W. STORY. - - - In meadows bright with violets - And Spring's fair children of the sun. - --TRIPP. - - - Why do you shiver so, - Violet sweet? - Soft is the meadow-grass - Under my feet. - Wrapped in your hood of green, - Violet, why - Peep from your earth-door - So silent and shy? - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - O day of days! Thy memory - Will never fade, nor pass; - Patches of lowly violets - Were clouding all the grass. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Go, modest little violets, and lie upon her breast; - Your eyes will tell her something--perhaps she'll guess the rest! - --CHARLES HENRY WEBB. - - - How gentle is the soul that looketh out - From violets sweet through dim, blue, tearful eyes, - That turns a pleading face to look about - And watch the sun's course through the smiling skies! - --ISAAC BASSETT CHOATE. - - - Who beheld it? O, the rare surprise - When, like souls upspringing from the sod, - Violets unclosed their still blue eyes - In the green fair world of God! - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn, - Blushing into life new-born! - Lend me violets for my hair, - And thy russet robe to wear! - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - The south wind is like a gentle friend - Parting the hair so softly on my brow. - I know it has been trifling with the rose - And stooping to the violet. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - The flowers we know, they move us so, - Almost to weep we're fain; - Who heard us say, that fairest day - Last spring, "They're come again, - Sweet violets"? - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - I can hear these violets' chorus - To the sky's benediction above; - And we all together are lying - On the bosom of Infinite Love. - --WILLIAM C. GANNETT. - - - 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. - --DORA READ GOODALE. - - - Here blows the warm red clover, - There peeps the violet blue; - O happy little children! - God made them all for you. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - I pressed them to my lips for you, - Ah me! I know your heart forgets - In knowing not, or caring that - I pick thee violets. - --MARY FREDERICK FAXON. - - - When eve had come, and thicker grew - The shadows all the garden through, - Beside the rose-embowered gate, - Her laughter stilled. To speak, or wait-- - Oh, beating heart, what should I do! - Long lashes hid her eyes of blue, - Twin violets befringed with dew. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - I wonder if the violet felt - Your presence when you gently knelt, - And breathed for you its sweetest air - Because you loved yet left it there. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - O, were I yon violet, - On which she is walking! - Or were I yon small bird, - To which she is talking! - --ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. - - - I asked a nodding violet, why - It sadly hung its head. - It told me Cynthia late past by, - Too soon from it that fled. - --MICHAEL DRAYTON. - - - Compassed all about with roses sweet - And dainty violets from head to feet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - 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. - --SAMUEL FLETCHER. - - - On beds of violets blue - And fresh-blown roses washed in dew. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Over the river there lieth - A city wondrous fair, - And never the eye of a mortal - Hath looked on the glories there. - The lilies grow by the rivers, - Stately and fair they blow, - And lift their balm to the angels, - In their censer-cup of snow; - And the violets blossom forever - In the haunts where the wild birds sing, - And the fern and the flowers are fragrant - In the balm of eternal spring. - --EBEN E. REXFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER TEN - - - The violets bloom is loveliest, - Oh pretty pets, the violets. - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - - -CHAPTER TEN - - - Ah, the days may be sullen and sober, - The nights may be stormy and cold; - But for him who has eyes to behold, - The violets bloom in October. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - The soft warm haze - Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways, - And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts, - The violet returns. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Into her dream he melted, as the rose - Blendeth its odor with the violet. - --JOHN KEATS. - - - I think I love the violets best of all, - Because of that hushed sweetness, far and faint - As star-dust through the darkness dimly sown. - --MYRTLE REED. - - - Oh, North, or South, or East, or West, - The violet's bloom is loveliest! - They come from out their coverts green, - The daintiest damsels ever seen, - Oh, pretty pets, the violets! - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - To gild refinèd gold, to paint the lily, - To throw a perfume on the violet, - To smooth the ice, or add another hue - Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light - To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, - Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - The sun pierced through - And made a rainbow of the mist, - And high, so high against the blue, - I saw a mountain capped in snow; - And in my hand were violets. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - Where fields of goldenrod cannot offset - One meadow with a single violet. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - If ever thou 'rt left alone, - Think not that thy love is dead, - But look till thou find'st the red - Wild rose, and say, "'Tis her cheek." - Then kiss it close; and seek-- - Where the clear dew never dries-- - Blue violets for mine eyes. - --CHARLES HENRY LÜDERS. - - - Trust not, ye modest violets, - His promises to you, - Nor dare upon his fickle smile - To broaden your kerchiefs blue. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Because you mirror the skies - In color of heaven's own blue-- - For your sweet and dainty selves, - Violets, I love you. - --GRACE HIBBARD. - - - When violets lean - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, - Or columbines, in purple drest, - Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - My chill-veined snow-drops,--choicer yet - My white or azure violet. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - There came a softness in the air - And with a throb of longing, ere I knew - A hint of violets, a thought of you - For whom it was, my heart breathed up a prayer. - --CURTIS HIDDEN PAGE. - - - The primrose turned a babbling flower - Within its sweet recess; - I blushed to see its secret bower, - And turned her name to bless. - The violets said the eyes were blue, - I loved, and did they tell me true? - --JOHN CLARE. - - - I know, I know where violets blow - Upon a sweet hillside, - And very bashfully they grow - And in the grasses hide-- - It is the fairest field, I trow, - In the whole world wide. - --ROBERT LOUIS MUNGER. - - - O, for the life of a gipsy! - A strong-armed, barefoot girl; - And to have the wind for a waiting-maid - To keep my hair in curl; - To bring me scent of the violet, - And the red rose and the pine; - And at night to spread my grassy bed-- - Ah! wouldn't it be divine? - --ALICE CARY. - - - The lillie will not long endure, - Nor the snow continue pure: - The rose, the violet,--one day - See! both these lady-flowers decay: - You must fade as well as they. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - Once thy lip, to touch it only, - To my soul has sent a thrill - Sweeter than the violet lonely - Plucked in March-time by the rill. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Blow, violets, blow! - And tell him, in your blossoming o'er and o'er, - How in the places which he used to know - His name is still breathed fondly as of yore. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - See hyacinths and violets dim and sweet, - And orange-blossoms on their dark green stems. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - The snow-drop, and then the violet, - Arose from the ground with warm rain wet, - And their breath was mixed with fresh odors, sent - From the turf, like the voice and the instrument. - --PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. - - - When love in the faint heart trembles, - And the eyes with tears are wet, - O, tell me what resembles - Thee, young Regret? - Violets with dewdrops drooping, - Lilies o'erfull of gold, - Roses in June rains stooping, - That weep for the cold, - Are like thee, young Regret. - --GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY. - - - Over the hilltop and down in the meadow-grass - Heaven, like dew, on the waking earth lies; - Part of it, dear, is the blue of these violets-- - Best of it all I find in your eyes. - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - Far back where the April violets grew - There smiled, amid crystals of deathless dew, - Our first and last Arcadia. - - In clear, unbroken melody - The brook sings and the birds reply: - "The violets--the violets!" - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - No more shall violets linger in the dell, - Or purple orchis variegate the plain, - Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, - And dress with hurried hands her wreaths again. - --CHARLOTTE SMITH. - - - When October dons her crown, - And the leaves are turning brown,-- - Breathe, sweet children, soft regrets - For the vanished violets. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Primrose and cowslip have I gathered here, - Anemone and hiding violet, - When April sang the spring song of the year. - Now all is changed; the autumn day is wet - With clouds blown from the west, and vapors fold - Over the dripping woods and vacant wold. - --CHARLES DENYS CONWAY. - - - She gave me a flower that she wore in her bosom, - And violets, not half so blue as her eyes. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Poor little Violet, calling through the chill - Of this new frost which did her sister slay, - In which she must herself, too, pass away! - Nay, pretty Violet, be not so dismayed; - Sleep only on your sisters sweet is laid. - --PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. - - - As I was gathering violets in the snow, - Methought how often, when the heart is low, - And Nature grieves, - The buds of simple faith will meekly blow - 'Neath frosted leaves. - --A. E. HAMILTON. - - - Now cometh Winter, soft snow-wraps to bring, - To keep her baby violets warm till spring. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Very dark the autumn sky, - Dark the clouds that hurried by; - Very rough the autumn breeze - Shouting rudely to the trees. - - Listening, frightened, pale and cold, - Through the withered leaves and mould - Peered a violet all in dread-- - "Where, oh, where is spring?" she said. - - Sighed the trees, "Poor little thing! - She may call in vain for spring!" - And the grasses whispered low, - "We must never let her know." - - "What's this whispering?" roared the breeze; - "Hush! a violet," sobbed the trees, - "Thinks it's spring--poor child, we fear - She will die if she should hear!" - - Softly stole the wind away, - Tenderly he murmured, "Stay!" - To a late thrush on the wing, - "Stay with her one day and sing!" - - Sang the thrush so sweet and clear - That the sun came out to hear, - And, in answer to her song, - Beamed on violet all day long. - --OLIVER HERFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER ELEVEN - - - Violet, little violet, - Brave and true and sweet thou art. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - - -CHAPTER ELEVEN - - - "All nature mourns," I said; "November wild - Hath torn the fairest pages from her book." - - But suddenly a wild bird overhead - Poured forth a strain so strangely clear and sweet, - It seemed to bring me back the skies of May, - And wake the sleeping violets at my feet. - - Then long I pondered o'er the poet's words, - "The loss of beauty is not always loss," - Till like the voice of love they soothed my pain, - And gave me strength to bear again my cross. - --ALBERT LAIGHTON. - - - The violet's gone, - The first-born child of the early sun; - With us she is but a winter's flower, - The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower, - And she lifts up her dewy eye of blue - To the youngest sky of the self-same hue. - --LORD BYRON. - - - I picked thee violets - Upon a morn when the white mist - Went trailing down the leas and made - A gauzy scarf to twine and twist - About the feet of the blue hills. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - Between her breasts that never yet felt trouble - A bunch of violets full-blown and double - Serenely sleep. - --JOHN KEATS. - - - Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen - Within thy aery shell, - By slow Meander's argent green, - And in the violet-embroidered vale. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Even the tiny violet can make - Her little circle sweet as love. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - And Helen breathed the scent of violets, blown - Along the bosky shores. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - There her head the golden lily rears, - The soft-eyed violet sheds her odorous tears. - --NICHOLAS MITCHELL. - - - I used to go and watch them, - Both night and morning, too:-- - It was my tears, I fancy, - That kept the violets blue. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair, - A soft hand, like a lady's, soft and fair, - A sweet face pouting in a white straw bonnet, - A tiny foot, and little boot upon it. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Here the first violets - Perhaps will bud unseen, - And a dove, maybe, - Return to nestle here. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Gold violets, bright violets, - The sparkling dew at sunrise wets, - And doth with nectar overbrim; - Lustre no cloudy day can dim; - The golden sun doth shine upon - And call his children rare; - The yellow-bird hath sometimes stirred - Drawn downward unaware. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Lay her in lilies and in violets. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - The violet's blue, - The rose bloom's red,--and friends are tried and true; - The blossoms on the boughs are white in spring, - The wind is soft, the birds spread joyous wing, - And soar and wheel in the blue sky, and sing, - Because--because I love you. - --FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT. - - - In languid luxury soft she glides - Encircled by the azure tides, - Like some fair lily, faint with weeping, - Upon a bed of violets sleeping. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - E'en now what affection the violet awakes; - What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, - Can the wild water-lily restore! - --THOMAS CAMPBELL. - - - Then by the enchantress Fancy led, - On violet banks I lay my head. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - The air is sweet with violets running wild - 'Mid broken friezes and fallen capitals. - --SAMUEL ROGERS. - - - Mistress violet, mistress violet, - I want your tender and true eyes! - For mine are as cold and as black as jet, - And I want your heavenly blue eyes! - Modest violet, maiden violet, - Pray, can I borrow your blue eyes? - --ALICE CARY. - - - Flowers were the couch, - Pansies and violets, and asphodels, - And hyacinths, earth's freshest, softest lap. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Flowers, of such as keep - Their fragrant tissues and their heavenly hues - Fresh-bathed forever in eternal dews-- - The violet with her low-drooped eye, - For learned modesty. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - Before the urchin well could go, - She stole the whiteness of the snow; - And more--the whiteness to adorn, - She stole the blushes of the morn: - Stole all the sweets that ether sheds - On primrose buds or violet beds. - If lovers, Cupid, are thy care, - Exert thy vengeance on this fair; - To trial bring her stolen charms, - And let her prison be my arms. - --CHARLES WYNDHAM. - - - Thine old-world eyes--each one a violet-- - Big as the baby rose that is thy mouth-- - Sets me a-dreaming. Have our eyes not met - In childhood--in a garden of the South? - --HENRY A. BEERS. - - - May his soft foot, where it treads, - Gardens thence produce, and meads, - And those meddowes full be set - With the rose and violet. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - I remember, I remember, - The roses, red and white, - The violets and the lily-cups-- - Those flowers made of light. - --THOMAS HOOD. - - - The light drop of dew - That glows in the violet's eye, - In the splendor of morn, to the fugitive view, - May rival a star in the sky. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - I saw thee weep--the big bright tear - Came o'er that eye of blue: - And then methought it did appear - A violet dropping dew. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Oh Stream of Life! the violet springs - But once beside thy bed; - But one brief summer, on thy path, - The dews of heaven are shed. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Whate'er the baffling power - Sent anger and earthquake, and a thousand ills-- - It made the violet flower, - And the wide world with breathless beauty thrills. - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - - -CHAPTER TWELVE - - - The morning star of all the flowers - The virgin, virgin violet. - --LORD BYRON. - - - - -CHAPTER TWELVE - - - O Winter, thou art warm at heart; - Thine every pulse doth throb and glow, - And thou dost feel life's joy and smart, - Beneath the blinding snow. - - Thine is the scent of bursting bud, - Of April shower and violet; - Thou feelest spring in all thy blood - Yearn up like sweet regret. - --JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON. - - - Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt. - What joy sufficient hath November felt, - What profit from the violets' day of pain? - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Pluck the others, but still remember - Their herald out of dim December-- - The morning-star of all the flowers, - The pledge of daylight's lengthened hours; - Nor, midst the roses, e'er forget - The virgin, virgin violet. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Violet, little violet, - Brave and true and sweet thou art. - May is in thy sunny heart, - Maiden violet. - Gentle as the summer day, - Wintry storms bring no dismay, - Winsome violet. - All the days to thee are spring, - Thine own sunshine dost thou bring, - Violet, faithful violet! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Only in dreams thy love comes back, - And fills my soul with joy divine. - Only in dreams I feel thy heart - Once more beat close to mine. - - Only in blissful dreams of spring, - And sunny banks of violet blue, - The past folds back its curtain dim - And memory shows thine image true. - --MELVILLE M. BIGELOW. - - - Winter is come again. There is no voice - Of waters with beguiling for your ear, - And the cool forest and the meadows green - Witch not your feet away; and in the dells - There are no violets. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - Once more, dear friend, the violet bank we seek, - And tread with joy our old familiar ways. - --JESSIE CUNNINGHAM HOWDEN. - - - Cheek o'er cheek, and with red so tender - Rippling bright through the gypsy brown, - Just to see how a lady's splendor - Shone the heads of the daffodils down. - Winds through the violets' misty covering - Now kissed the white ones and now the blue, - Sang the redbreast over them hovering - All as the world were but just made new. - --ALICE CARY. - - - 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. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Could you not come when woods are green? - Could you not come when lambs are seen? - When the primrose laughs from its child-like sleep, - And the violets hide and the bluebells peep? - --ALFRED AUSTIN. - - - Thy face is like the violet's - That to the red rose lingers close, - And he who looks at thee forgets - The honeyed sweetness of the rose. - --JOEL BENTON. - - - He gave her the wildwood roses - And violets for her wreath, - And a whisper at last of sweet response - Stole on her perfumed breath. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Come not, O sweet days, - Out of yon cloudless blue, - Ghosts of so many dear remembered Mays, - With faces like dead lovers, who died true. - Come not, lest we go seek with eyes all wet, - Primrose and violet, - Forgetting that they lie - Deep in the mould till winter has gone by. - --DINAH MARIA MULOCH CRAIK. - - - Blighting and blowing--blighting and blowing-- - And the stones of the rivulet silent lie, - And the winds in the fading woodlands cry, - And the birds in the clouds are going; - And the dandelion hides his gold, - And their little blue tents the violets fold, - And the air is gray with snowing: - So life keeps coming and going. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Dear chance it were in some rough wood-god's lair - · · · · · · - To sink o'erdrowsed, and dream that wild-flowers blew - Around my head and feet silently there, - Till spring's glad choir adown the valley pealed - And violets trembled in the morning dew. - --EDWARD DOWDEN. - - - The sunbeams kiss askant the sombre hill, - The naked woodbine climbs the window-sill, - The breaths that noon exhales are faint and chill. - - Tread lightly where the dainty violets blew, - Where to spring winds their soft eyes open flew; - Safely they sleep the churlish winter through. - - Though all life's portals are indiced with woe, - And frozen pearls are all the world can show, - Feel! Nature's breath is warm beneath the snow! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - You'll look at least on love's remains, - A grave's one violet? - Your look?--that pays a thousand pains. - What's death? You'll love me yet! - --ROBERT BROWNING. - - - Out of every shadowy nook - Spirit faces seem to look, - Some with smiling eyes, and some - With a sad entreaty dumb; - He who shepherded his sheep - On the wild Sicilian steep, - He above whose grave are set - Sprays of Roman violet; - Poets, sages,--all who wrought - In the crucible of thought. - --CLINTON SCOLLARD. - - - A fair little girl sat under a tree - Sewing as long as her eyes could see; - Then smoothed her work and folded it right, - And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!" - - The tall pink foxglove bowed his head; - The violets curtsied and went to bed; - And good little Lucy tied up her hair, - And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer. - --RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. - - - My banks they are furnished with bees, - Whose murmur invites one to sleep; - My grottoes are shaded with trees, - And my hills are white over with sheep; - I seldom have met with a loss, - Such health do my fountains bestow; - My fountains all bordered with moss, - Where the harebells and violets grow. - --WILLIAM SHENSTONE. - - - Where the fern in gladness dances - On the banks of dimpled burns, - Where the streamlet's bright wave glances - When the spring returns; - White as winter's spotless drift - There our faces we uplift. - Still we see the stars above us, - Still we trust, because they love us-- - Are they flowers in the sky, - Violets that have learned to fly? - We believe, and hope, and trust, - Know that He who made is just, - And He never will forsake us - While we're white and pure of heart. - Sister, maiden Sister, take us-- - One of us thou art! - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - O violets, sweet blue eyes of the spring! - --DEXTER SMITH. - - - Here's the violet's modest blue, - That 'neath hawthorns hides from view. - While they choose each lovely spot, - The sun disdains them not; - So I've brought the flowers to plead - And win a smile from thee. - --JOHN CLARE. - - - Last night I found the violets - You sent me once across the sea; - From gardens that the winter frets, - In summer lands they came to me. - - Still fragrant of the English earth, - Still hurried from the frozen dew, - To me they spoke of Christmas mirth, - They spoke of England, spoke of you. - --ANDREW LANG. - - - Darling, walk with me this morn; - Let your brown tresses drink its sheen; - These violets, within them worn, - Of floral fays shall make you queen. - --EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. - - - O faint, delicious, springtime violet! - Thine odor, like a key, - Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let - A thought of sorrow free. - --WILLIAM W. STORY. - - - The violet, Spring's little infant, stands - Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands; - On the fair tulip thou dost dote, - Thou cloth'st it in a gay and party-colored coat. - --ABRAHAM COWLEY. - - - Under the larch with its tassels wet, - While the early sunbeams lingered yet, - In the rosy dawn my love I met. - - Under the larch when the sun was set, - He came with an April violet: - Forty years--and I have it yet. - - Out of life with its fond regret, - What have love and memory yet? - Only an April violet. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Good-bye to the red rose that is your mouth, - The tender violets that are your sigh; - The sweetness that you are--that is my South-- - Ah, not too soon, Enchantress, do I fly!-- - Tell me good-bye! - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - Through the deep drifts the south wind breathed its way - Down to the earth's green face; the air grew warm, - The snowdrops had regained their lovely charm; - The world had melted round them in a day: - My full heart longed for violets. - --CHARLES TENNYSON-TURNER. - - - The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes, - Kissed by the breath of heaven, seems colored by its skies. - --LORD BYRON. - - - When we were children we would say,-- - "I like the coming of the spring, - I like the violets of May, - I like, why, almost everything - That March and May and April bring." - But now we value less the rose, - And care not when the birds take wing. - We like the winter and the snows. - --JAMES BERRY BENSEL. - - - So 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. - --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. - - - Go, azure myrtle blossom, - Go, violets and jasmine fair, - And star the darkness of her hair, - Or faint against her bosom. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, - The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, - The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, - The glowing violet. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - God does not send us strange flowers every year. - When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places, - The same dear things lift up the same fair faces-- - The violet is here. - - It all comes back: the odor, grace and hue; - Each sweet relation of its life repeated: - No blank is left, no looking-for is cheated; - It is the thing we knew. - - So after the death-winter it must be. - God will not put strange signs in the heavenly places: - The old love will look out from the old faces. - Veilchen! I shall have thee! - --ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY. - - - - -INDEX - - - The violets whisper from the shade, - Which their own leaves have made. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - - -INDEX TO AUTHORS - - - ALDRICH, THOMAS BAILEY, 48 - ALLEN, ELIZABETH AKERS, 19, 30, 41, 111, 141, 147, 150 - ALLEN, WILLIS BOYD, 94, 149, 178 - ANONYMOUS, 21, 29, 42, 59, 89, 91, 103, 117, 120, 124, 129, 130, 151, - 170, 175, 181 - AUSTIN, ALFRED, 173 - AUSTIN, JANE, 36 - - BAKER, ELLA M., 76 - BATES, ARLO, 51 - BEERS, HENRY A., 164 - BENSEL, JAMES BERRY, 182 - BENTON, JOEL, 173 - BIGELOW, MELVILLE M., 171 - BIRDSEYE, GEORGE, 121 - BLAKE, HOSEA G., 20 - BLAKE, MARY E., 131 - BOKER, GEORGE HENRY, 66 - BOSTWICK, HELEN B., 16 - BOURDILLON, F. W., 72 - BRADLEY, MARY, 23 - BRENIZER, JOHN LUTHER, 67 - BREWER, D. CHAUNCEY, 27, 63, 74, 129 - BROWNING, ROBERT, 111, 176 - BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRETT, 57 - BRYANT, JOHN HOWARD, 74 - BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN, 21, 22, 28, 46, 64, 72, 81, 83, 89, 123, 144, - 148, 166 - BUCHANAN, ROBERT, 16, 47, 65, 93, 160 - BURNETT, FRANCES HODGSON, 161 - BURNS, ROBERT, 131 - BYRON, LORD, 72, 158, 166, 170, 182 - - CAMPBELL, THOMAS, 162 - CAPEN, J. TORREY, 105 - CAPERN, EDWARD, 59 - CAREW, THOMAS, 63, 75 - CARY, ALICE, 28, 30, 47, 73, 115, 116, 132, 144, 146, 163, 172, 174 - CARY, PHOEBE, 109 - CARRYL, 45 - CHAUCER, GEOFFREY, 36 - CHOATE, ISAAC BASSETT, 31, 106, 133 - CLARE, JOHN, 145, 179 - COCKE, ZITELLA, 33 - CONWAY, CHARLES DENYS, 150 - CORTISSOZ, ELLEN M., 101 - COWLEY, ABRAHAM, 180 - CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK, 174 - CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER P., 48, 50 - CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN, 136 - - DE KAY, CHARLES, 49 - DICKINSON, EMILY, 18 - DICKINSON, MARTHA GILBERT, 107 - DOBELL, SYDNEY, 109 - DOBSON, AUSTIN, 45 - DODGE, MARY MAPES, 52 - DOWDEN, EDWARD, 175 - DRAYTON, MICHAEL, 137 - DUNBAR, PAUL LAURENCE, 58 - - EGAN, MAURICE FRANCIS, 44 - EMERSON, RALPH WALDO, 32, 34, 51, 52, 77, 96, 102 - - FAXON, MARY F., 101, 135, 143, 158 - FAY, ANNA MARIA, 35 - FERGUSON, ROBERT, 30 - FLETCHER, SAMUEL, 43, 137 - FÖRSTER, FRIEDRICH, 68 - - GALLAGHER, WILLIAM D., 76 - GANNETT, WILLIAM C., 134 - GILDER, RICHARD WATSON, 45, 166, 181 - GILLINGTON, MARY C., 121 - GOETHE, JOHANN WOLFGANG VON, 79, 88, 147 - GOODALE, DORA READ, 78, 135 - GOODRICH, 44 - GOSSE, EDMUND W., 22 - GREENWOOD, GRACE, 18, 27, 42, 159, 183 - GUNNISON, 124 - - HAMILTON, A. E., 151 - HAWKER, ROBERT STEPHEN, 92 - HAY, JOHN, 95 - HEINE, HEINRICH, 34, 65 - HERFORD, OLIVER, 152 - HERRICK, ROBERT, 78, 84, 147, 165 - HEWLETT, HENRY G., 71, 87 - HIBBARD, GRACE, 122, 144 - HOLLAND, J. G., 112 - HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL, 49, 117, 133 - HOMER, 83 - HOOD, THOMAS, 165 - HOWDEN, JESSIE CUNNINGHAM, 172 - HOWITT, MARY, 124 - - JACKSON, HELEN HUNT, 42, 81, 141, 143, 169 - JAY, W. M. L., 96 - - KEATS, JOHN, 141, 158 - KELLEY, ETHEL M., 31 - KENYON, JAMES BENJAMIN, 41, 169 - KETCHUM, N. C., 120 - - LAIGHTON, ALBERT, 157 - LANG, ANDREW, 32, 179 - LANIER, SIDNEY, 49, 124, 163 - LARCOM, LUCY, 60, 61, 64, 73, 82, 92, 97, 132 - LATHROP, GEORGE PARSONS, 101 - LAZARUS, EMMA, 51 - LEARNED, WALTER, 17 - LIDDELL, CHRISTINA CATHARINE, 80 - LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH, 102 - LONGFELLOW, SAMUEL, 66 - LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL, 24, 60, 75, 77, 110 - LÜDERS, CHARLES HENRY, 143 - - MACDONALD, GEORGE, 108 - MACE, FRANCES L., 77, 95, 108, 122, 130, 149, 173 - MACKAY, CHARLES, 115 - MARSTON, PHILIP BOURKE, 105, 151 - McLELLAN, WILLIAM, 119 - MILNES, RICHARD MONCKTON, 177 - MILTON, JOHN, 93, 137, 159, 163, 183 - MITCHELL, NICHOLAS, 159 - MONKHOUSE, COSMO, 29, 92, 97 - MONTGOMERY, JAMES, 89, 162, 165 - MOORE, THOMAS, 20, 90, 162 - MOULTON, LOUISE CHANDLER, 87 - MOULTRIE, JOHN, 66 - MUNGER, ROBERT LOUIS, 146 - - OAKEY, EMILY S., 21, 45, 63, 79, 91, 133, 134, 150, 161 - OVID, 94 - - PAGE, CURTIS HIDDEN, 145 - PATMORE, COVENTRY, 17 - PAYNE, JOHN, 15 - PECK, SAMUEL MINTURN, 58, 106, 123, 136 - PERCIVAL, JAMES G., 19 - PHILLIPS, MILDRED G., 35 - PRIOR, MATTHEW, 112 - PROCTOR, ADELAIDE, 31, 74, 130, 160 - - READ, THOMAS BUCHANAN, 59 - REED, MYRTLE, 46, 142 - REESE, LIZETTE WOODWORTH, 32 - REXFORD, EBEN E., 138 - ROBERTSON, HARRISON, 32, 60, 96 - ROGERS, SAMUEL, 34, 162 - ROSSETTI, CHRISTINA, 23, 52, 62, 64, 80, 103, 145, 160 - - SAYLE, CHARLES, 120 - SCOLLARD, CLINTON, 78, 176 - SCOTT, WALTER, SIR, 95, 106 - SHAKSPEARE, WILLIAM, 27, 62, 93, 110, 142, 172 - SHARP, WILLIAM, 122 - SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE, 53, 148 - SHENSTONE, WILLIAM, 177 - SHERMAN, FRANK DEMPSTER, 75 - SHURTLEFF, ERNEST WARBURTON, 118 - SMITH, CHARLOTTE, 149 - SMITH, DEXTER, 178 - SOULE, CAROLINE A., 98 - SOUTHEY, ROBERT, 73, 90 - SPENSER, EDMUND, 16, 108, 137, 161 - SPOFFORD, HARRIET PRESCOTT, 37, 97, 136 - STANTON, FRANK L., 116 - STEDMAN, EDMUND C., 117, 180 - STORY, WILLIAM W., 131, 180 - STRUTHERS, WILLIAM, 58 - SWAIN, CHARLES, 175 - SWINBURNE, ALGERNON C., 90 - SYMONDS, JOHN A., 109 - - TABB, JOHN B., 67 - TAYLOR, BAYARD, 17, 80, 103, 104, 115, 159 - TAYLOR, JOSIAH RICE, 110 - TENNYSON, ALFRED, 43, 50, 57, 62, 102 - TENNYSON-TURNER, CHARLES, 182 - THAXTER, CELIA, 29, 46, 71, 135 - THOMAS, EDITH M., 28 - THOMPSON, JAMES MAURICE, 125 - THOMSON, JAMES, 83, 88 - TIMROD, HENRY, 105 - TODHUNTER, JOHN, 48 - TOLMAN, M. D., 102, 142 - TOWNSEND, MARY ASHLEY, 87 - TRIPP, 131 - TROWBRIDGE, JOHN T., 33 - - VAN DYKE, HENRY, 43, 83 - VAUGHAN, HENRY, 20 - VIRGIL, 57 - - WEATHERLY, 35 - WEBB, CHARLES HENRY, 132 - WELLER, BERNARD, 44 - WHITNEY, ADELINE D. 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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Violet Book - -Author: Willis Boyd Allen - -Release Date: February 19, 2013 [EBook #42134] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE VIOLET BOOK *** - - - - -Produced by Greg Bergquist, Matthew Wheaton and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - - - THE VIOLET BOOK - - But who hath breathed the scent of violets, - And not that moment been a lover glad? - --ARLO BATES. - - [Illustration: - _Go, modest little violets, and lie upon her breast; - Your eyes will tell her something--perhaps she'll guess the rest!_] - - - - - THE VIOLET BOOK - - Arranged by - WILLIS BOYD ALLEN - - "Such a starved bank of moss, - Till, that May morn, - Blue ran the flash across: - Violets were born." - _Browning_ - - PHILADELPHIA - GEORGE W. JACOBS & CO. - PUBLISHERS - - - Copyright, 1909, by - GEORGE W. JACOBS & COMPANY - - Published September, 1909 - - - All rights reserved - Printed in U. S. A. - - - TO HER - - For whom this little company of her sisters was first gathered. - - - - -PREFACE - - -Many of the selections in this volume are waifs and strays, found in -obscure periodicals and newspapers, or in long-forgotten books on the -dusty shelves of libraries. Some of them have been gathered from -copyrighted works, and for the use of these the compiler owes and -renders his best thanks. - -Special acknowledgments are due to the following publishers and -copyright holders: - -The Houghton, Mifflin Company, for selections from the poems of John -Greenleaf Whittier, Edith M. Thomas, Celia Thaxter, Oliver Wendell -Holmes, Richard Watson Gilder, John Hay, Lucy Larcom, George E. -Woodbury, Alice and Phoebe Cary, Ralph Waldo Emerson, James Russell -Lowell, Bayard Taylor, Harriet Prescott Spofford, Mrs. A. D. T. -Whitney, and Edmund Clarence Stedman; Messrs. Little, Brown and -Company, for lines by Louise Chandler Moulton and Helen Hunt Jackson; -Messrs. G. P. Putnam's Sons, for selections from the works of Dora -Read Goodale and Myrtle Reed; Messrs. Charles Scribner's Sons, for -extracts from the writings of Henry Van Dyke, Mary Mapes Dodge, Oliver -Herford, and Frances Hodgson Burnett; and Messrs. Lothrop, Lee and -Shepard, for permission to quote from Clinton Scollard's work. - - - - -A STUDY IN VIOLET - - -Next to the rose, whose divine right to monarchy cannot be questioned, -the violet is the poet's flower. No other is mentioned so frequently, -or with such affection. - -It is impossible to say when this familiar flower first blossomed in -literature. The "Odyssey" would not be complete without it, nor would -the "Eclogues" of the Roman singer, Virgil. Ovid was fond of -horticulture, and the violet was not forgotten when the bard was -inditing his smooth-flowing hexameters. Pliny and Cicero, too, were -violet-lovers. In the Bible there is no mention of the flower; but in -Chrysostom's "First Homily" occurs perhaps the first appearance of our -little friend in Christian literature. - -Chaucer's affection for "floures" is well known. Of the many -Shakspearean quotations in this field, probably the most familiar -comprises the exquisite lines: - - "Violets dim, - But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes - Or Cytherea's breath." - -Passing to the more recent literary period, the individual taste of -the poet becomes noticeable. Strange to relate, Wordsworth could have -cared little for the shy blossom. Although he does say, - - "Long as there are violets - They will have their place in story," - -he leaves it to others to tell the story,--referring to the violet -only three or four times in all his voluminous writings. His -counterpart in this respect, among American poets, is Longfellow, in -whose musical numbers, singularly enough, the violet has almost no -place at all. Nor was the flower a favorite with Tennyson, though each -of his rare references to it is a gem; as this,-- - - "The meadow your walks have left so sweet - That wherever a March wind sighs, - He sets the jewel-prints of his feet - In violets blue as your eyes." - -American writers have, on the whole, given the violet a more prominent -place than have their English brethren of the lyre. Bryant's pages, -for instance, are fragrant with its perfume, and he has, in special, -immortalized the yellow variety in more than one finely turned stanza. - - * * * * * - -If most of the world's great bards have been reluctant to give Lady -Violet her due, not so the numerous rank and file of "minor poets." -The verse of Alice Cary, Lucy Larcom, Grace Greenwood, Elizabeth -Akers, Adelaide Proctor and dozens of others is a garden of -wild-flowers, with the violet leading the dance. Some of the prettiest -conceits occur in the writings of authors so obscure that their names -are unfamiliar to most readers. For instance, one must look far for a -volume of poetry bearing the name of Ethel M. Kelley; yet these fine -lines are attributed to her: - - "In her hair the sunbeams nest, - And in her eyes the violets blow, - While in the summer of her breast - The songbird thoughts flit to and fro." - -The compiler of this book has spent many pleasant hours in culling his -violets from the immense field of English and American poetry. -Another volume of equal size could readily be made up from extracts -containing references to the flower, to say nothing of German, French, -Spanish, Italian, and Scandinavian poetry, which has not been -considered in his quest. - -WILLIS BOYD ALLEN - - - - -CHAPTER ONE - - The silent, soft and humble heart - In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes. - --JAMES G. PERCIVAL. - - - - -CHAPTER ONE - - - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging; - Between the gusts that come and go - Methinks I hear the woodlark singing. - - Or can it be the breeze is bringing - The breath of violets?--Ah, no! - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging. - - It is my lady's voice that's stringing - Its beads of gold to song; and so - Methinks I hear the woodlark singing. - - The violets I see upspringing - Are in my lady's eyes, I trow; - The air is white with snow-flakes clinging. - -- JOHN PAYNE. - - - A chaplet on her head she wore - (Heigho, the chaplet!); - Of sweet violets therein was store-- - She's sweeter than the violet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - Tell me, this sweet morn, - Tell me all you know,-- - Tell me, was I born? - Tell me, did I grow? - Fell I from the blue - Like a drop of rain, - Then, as violets do, - Blossomed up again? - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Misty grew the violets of her eyes. - --HELEN B. BOSTWICK. - - - The violet loves the sunny bank, - The cowslip loves the lea, - The scarlet creeper loves the elm; - But I love--thee. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - Your name pronounced brings to my heart - A feeling like the violet's breath. - --COVENTRY PATMORE. - - - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Falls a faded violet. - Sweet and faint as its fragrance steal - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Tender memories, and I feel - A sense of longing and regret. - Out from the leaves of my "Lucille" - Falls a faded violet. - --WALTER LEARNED. - - - Be other brows by pleasure's wreath - Or glory's coronal oppressed, - To me the humblest flower seems best, - Some sweet wild bloom with dews still wet. - So, Love, but kiss a violet-- - O, Love, but kiss a violet-- - And fling it to my breast! - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - Within my reach! - I could have touched! - I might have chanced that way! - Soft sauntered through the village, - Sauntered as soft away! - So unsuspected violets - Within the fields lie low, - Too late for striving fingers - That passed an hour ago. - --EMILY DICKINSON. - - - The silent, soft and humble heart - In the violet's hidden sweetness breathes. - --JAMES G. PERCIVAL. - - - Perchance the violets o'er my dust - Will half betray their buried trust, - And say, their blue eyes full of dew, - "She loved you better than you knew." - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Nature does not recognize - This strife that rends the earth and skies; - No war-dreams vex the winter sleep of clover-heads and daisy-eyes: - When blood her grassy altar wets, - She sends the pitying violets - To heal the outrage with their bloom and cover it with soft - regrets. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, - Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers - Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, - Which now are dead, lodged in thy living bowers. - - And still a new succession sings and flies; - Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot - Towards the old and still enduring skies; - While the low violet thrives at their root. - --HENRY VAUGHAN. - - - Blue eyes - Whose sleepy lid like snow on violets lies. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - Love comes and goes as the free wind blows, - That asks not, as it passes, - If it touches the head of the roses red - Or the violets down in the grasses. - --HOSEA G. BLAKE. - - - Little maid, a violet - Is knocking at your door, - Eagerly its message sweet - Repeating o'er and o'er: - "Some one sent me with his love,-- - Take me, I implore!" - --ANONYMOUS. - - - 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. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - We shall be, as we are, - (Still breathes the secret strain) - Within our Father's loving care - When violets come again. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Where wind-flower and violet, amber and white, - On south-sloping brooksides should smile in the light, - O'er the cold winter beds of their late-waking roots - The frosty flake eddies, the ice crystal shoots. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - When Roman fields are red with cyclamen, - And in the palace gardens you may find, - Under great leaves and sheltering briony-bind, - Clusters of cream-white violets, O then - The ruined city of immortal men - Must smile, a little to her fate resigned. - --EDMUND W. GOSSE. - - - Beside me, where I rest, - Thy loving hands will set - The flowers that please me best, - Moss-rose and violet. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Once in a dream I saw the flowers - That bud and bloom in Paradise; - More fair they are than waking eyes - Have seen in all this world of ours. - And faint the perfume-bearing rose, - And faint the lily on its stem, - And faint the perfect violet, - Compared with them. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - I do not know - The subtle secret of the snow, - That hides away the violets - Till April teaches them to blow. - Enough for me - Their tender loveliness to see, - Assured that little things and large - Fulfil God's purpose equally. - --MARY BRADLEY. - - - Violet, sweet violet! - Thine eyes are full of tears; - Are they wet, - Even yet, - With the thoughts of other years? - Or with gladness are they full, - For the night so beautiful, - And longing for those far-off spheres? - - Violet, dear violet, - Thy blue eyes are only wet - With joy and love of Him who sent thee, - And for the fulfilling sense - Of that glad obedience - Which made thee all that Nature meant thee. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - - -CHAPTER TWO - - - Violets, shy violets, - How many hearts with thee compare! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - - -CHAPTER TWO - - - Under a mantle of frost-work and snow, - Close by the arc of the fairy-queen's ring, - Sleeping in delicate grottoes of ice, - Clusters of violets dream of the spring. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - That strain again! It had a dying fall: - Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, - That breathes upon a bank of violets - Stealing and giving odor. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Slow rose the silken-fringed lids, and eyes - Like violets wet with dew drank in the light. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - The careful little violet, - She makes me think of you, - Holding her leafy petticoats - From out the morning dew. - --ALICE CARY. - - - The violet breathes, by our door, as sweetly - As in the air of her native East. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - When the earliest violets ope - On the sunniest southern slope, - When the air is sweet and keen - Ere the full-blown flower is seen, - When that blithe, forerunning air - Breathes more hope than thou canst bear, - Thou, oh buried, broken heart, - Into quivering life shalt start. - --EDITH M. THOMAS. - - - The wind-flowers and the violets were still too sound asleep, - Under the snow's warm blanket, close folded, soft and deep. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - Beautiful maid, discreet, - Where is the mate that is meet, - Meet for thee--strive as he could-- - Yet will I kneel at thy feet, - Fearing another one should, - Violet! - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - Violets, shy violets, - How many hearts with thee compare, - Who hide themselves in thickest green, - And thence unseen - Ravish the enraptured air - With sweetness, dewy, fresh and fair! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - I think the very violets - Are looking the way you'll come! - --ALICE CARY. - - - Once, long ago, in summer's glow, - We threaded, you and I, - A garden's maze of pleasant ways, - Whose beauty charmed the eye,-- - Where violets bent in sweet content - And pinks stood proud and high. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Then, feeble man, be wise, tak tent - How industry can fetch content. - Behold the bees where'er they wing, - Or through the bonny bowers o' spring, - Where violets or roses blaw, - An' siller dew-draps nightly fa'. - --ROBERT FERGUSON. - - - In her hair the sunbeams nest, - And in her eyes the violets blow, - While in the summer of her breast - The songbird thoughts flit to and fro. - --ETHEL M. KELLEY. - - - Violets steeped in dreamy odors, - Humble as the Mother mild, - Blue as were her eyes when watching - O'er her sleeping child. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - O Mother Nature, kind to every child - Blessed with the gift of speech, the gift of grace, - Teach thou the modest violet, shy and wild, - To look with trustfulness into my face. - --ISAAC B. CHOATE. - - - In Farsistan the violet spreads - Its leaves to the rival sky. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - My love, whose lips are softer far - Than drowsy poppy petals are, - And sweeter than the violet. - --ANDREW LANG. - - - From wintry days blue violets shrink - From wintry lives blue eyes will turn. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - Her eyes be like the violets - Ablow in Sudbury lane; - When she doth smile, her face is sweet - As blossoms after rain. - --LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE. - - - Through jocund reel, or measured tread - Of stately minuet, - Like fairy vision shone the bloom - Of rose and violet, - As, hand in hand with Washington, - The hero of the day, - The smiling face and nymph-like grace - Of Nancy led the way. - --ZITELLA COCKE. - - - You violets that first appear, - By your pure purple mantles known - Like the proud virgins of the year, - As if the spring were all your own,-- - What are you when the Rose is blown? - --SIR HENRY WOTTON. - - - Rock-gnawing lichens that forerun the feet - Of violets. - --JOHN T. TROWBRIDGE. - - - True Brahmin, in the meadows wet, - Expound the Vedas of the violet! - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Soon again shall music swell the breeze; - Soon, issuing forth, shall glitter through the trees - Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung - And violets scattered round; and old and young - In every cottage porch with garlands green, - Stand still to gaze, and gazing, bless the scene; - While, her dark eyes declining, by his side, - Moves in her virgin veil the gentle bride. - --SAMUEL ROGERS. - - - Der Mai ist da mit seinen goldnen Lichtern - Und seinen Lueften und gewuerzten Dueften, - Und freundlich lockt er mit den weissen Bluethen, - Und grusst aus tausend blauen Veilchenaugen. - --HEINRICH HEINE. - - - I only know - That she was very true and good: - The queenliest lily cannot match - The shy, sweet violet of the wood. - --WEATHERLY. - - - Her bloom the rose outvies, - The lily dares no plea, - The violet's glory dies, - No flower so sweet can be; - When love is in her eyes - What need of spring for me? - --ANNA MARIA FAY. - - - Who is there can sing of a more divine thing - Than the edge of the woods in the edge of the spring, - Ere the violets peep, while hepaticas sleep, - And still in the hollows the snow-drifts lie deep? - --MILDRED G. PHILLIPS. - - - The erthe was ful softe and swete. - Through moysture of the welle wete - Sprong up the sote grene, grene gras, - As fayre, as thycke, as myster was. - But moche amended it the place - That therthe was of such a grace - That it of floures hath plente, - That both in somer and wynter be. - There sprange the vyolet al newe, - And fresshe pervynke ryche of hewe, - And floures yelowe, white and rede; - Such plente grewe there never in mede. - Ful gaye was al the grounde, and queynt, - And poudred, as men had it peynt, - With many a freshe and sondry floure - That casten up ful good savoure. - --GEOFFREY CHAUCER. - - - Low lilies press about thy feet - With violets changing kisses sweet. - --JANE AUSTIN. - - - Come up, come up, O soft spring airs, - Come from your silver shining seas, - Where all day long you toss the wave - About the low and palm-plumed keys! - - For here the violet in the wood - Thrills with the fulness you shall take, - And wrapped away from life and love - The wild rose dreams, and fain would wake. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER THREE - - - Hear the rain whisper, - "Dear violet, come." - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - - -CHAPTER THREE - - - The brown buds thicken on the trees, - Unbound, the free streams sing, - As March leads forth, across the leas, - The wild and windy spring. - - Where in the fields the melted snow - Leaves hollows warm and wet, - Ere many days will sweetly blow - The first blue violet. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Along the wood-paths, warm and wet, - Springs up the frail wood-violet. - --JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON. - - - The wild - Winds clash and clang, and broken boughs are piled - At feet of writhing trees. The violets raise - Their heads without affright, without amaze, - And sleep through all the din, as sleeps a child. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Violet is for faithfulness, - Which in me shall abide. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Such sweet prophetic gladness as we feel - When first we find beneath the bare spring hills - So lately circled by the whirling snows, - The crocus peeping from the withered leaves; - When first we see the lingering day of flowers - Dawning in violets blue. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - The violet varies from the lily as far - As oak from elm. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Some wear the lily's stainless white - And some the rose of passion, - And some the violet's heavenly blue, - But each in its own fashion. - --HENRY VAN DYKE. - - - Beauty clear and fair - Where the air - Rather like a perfume dwells; - Where the violet and the rose - Their blue veins and blush disclose - And come to honor nothing else. - --SAMUEL FLETCHER. - - - No tree unfolds its timid bud, - Chill pours the hillside's chilling flood, - The tuneless forest all is dumb-- - Whence then, fair violet, didst thou come? - --GOODRICH. - - - All flowers died when Eve left Paradise, - And all the world was flowerless for a while, - Until a little child was laid in earth; - Then from its grave grew violets for its eyes, - And from its lips rose-petals for its smile. - --MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN. - - - Sweet and sad, like a white dove's note, - Strange voices wakened my soul to glee, - And soft scents strayed from the violet's throat. - --BERNARD WELLER. - - - When the rain beats and March winds blow, - We should be glad if we could know - How, not so very far away, - There shineth a serener day - Where birds are blithe, and happy children pass - To gather violets among the grass. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Like a violet, like a lark, - Like the dawn that kills the dark, - Like a dew-drop, trembling, clinging, - Is the poet's first sweet singing. - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - Earth folds dark blankets round the violet blue. - --AUSTIN DOBSON. - - - Her mild eyes were innocent of ill - As violets in sheltered nooks enshrined. - --CARRYL. - - - O violets, who never fret, nor say, "I won't!" "I will!" - Who only live to do your best His wishes to fulfil, - Teach us your sweet obedience. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - When beechen buds begin to swell, - And woods the bluebird's warble know, - The yellow violet's modest bell - Peeps from the last year's leaves below. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - I hold thy violets against my face - And deeply breathe the haunting purple scent - That fills my weary heart with sweet content - And lays upon my soul a chrismal grace; - The air around me for a little space - Is heavy with the fragrance they have lent, - And every passing wind that heavenward went - Has held thy blossoms in a close embrace. - --MYRTLE REED. - - - 'Twas when the spring was coming, when the snow - Had melted, and fresh winds began to blow, - And girls were selling violets in the town. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - My house is small and low; - But with pictures such as these,-- - Of the sunset, and the row - Of illuminated trees, - And the heifer as she drinks - From the field of meadowed ground, - With the violets and the pinks - For a border all around,-- - Let me never, foolish, pray - For a vision wider spread, - But, contented, only say, - Give me, Lord, my daily bread. - --ALICE CARY. - - - How can our fancies help but go - Out from this realm of mist and rain, - Out from this realm of sleet and snow, - When the first southern violets blow? - --THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH. - - - But one short week ago the trees were bare, - And winds were keen, and violets pinched with frost; - Today the spring is in the air. - --JOHN TODHUNTER. - - - Are there violets in the sod, - Crocuses beneath the clod? - When will Boreas give us peace? - Or has Winter signed a lease - For another month of frost, - Leaving Spring to pay the cost? - For it seems he still is king, - Though 'tis spring. - --CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH. - - - See, the violets call from out the grasses, - Look, the purple answers from the ground; - Azure melts and to that warbler passes, - Sudden, a sky-fleck on the fences found! - --CHARLES DE KAY. - - - I know that thou art the word of my God, dear violet. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - On sheltered banks, beneath the dripping eaves, - Spring's earliest nurselings spread their glowing leaves, - Bright with the hues from wider pictures won, - White, azure, golden,--drift, or sky, or sun;-- - The snowdrop, bearing on her patient breast - The frozen trophy torn from winter's crest; - The violet, gazing on the arch of blue - Till her own iris wears its deepened hue; - The spendthrift crocus, bursting through the mould, - Naked and shivering with his cup of gold. - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - The meadow your walks have left so sweet - That wherever a March wind sighs, - He sets the jewel-print of your feet - In violets blue as your eyes. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - The warring hosts of Winter and of Spring - Are hurtling o'er the plains. - All night I heard their battle clarions ring - And jar the window-panes. - - The saddened robins flit through leafless trees, - And chirp with tuneless voice, - And wait the conquering sun, the unbinding breeze; - They cannot yet rejoice. - - Slowly the victor Spring her foe outflanks, - And countermines his snows; - Then, unawares, along the grassy banks, - Her ambushed violets throws. - --CHRISTOPHER P. CRANCH. - - - Knowledge this man prizes best - Seems fantastic to the rest: - Pondering shadows, colors, clouds, - Grass-buds and caterpillar shrouds, - Boughs on which the wild bees settle, - Tints that spot the violet's petal. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - But who hath breathed the scent of violets - And not that moment been some lover glad? - --ARLO BATES. - - - What blooms here, - Filling the honeyed atmosphere - With faint, delicious fragrances, - Freighted with blessed memories? - The earliest March violet, - Dear as the image of Regret, - And beautiful as Hope. - --EMMA LAZARUS. - - - Violets and bilberry bells, - Maple-sap and daffodels, - Grass with green flag half-mast high. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Pit, pat, patter, clatter, - Sudden sun, and clatter, patter! - First the blue and then the shower; - Bursting bud and smiling flower; - Brooks set free with tinkling ring; - Birds too full of song to sing; - Crisp old leaves astir with pride, - Where the timid violets hide: - All things ready with a will-- - April's coming up the hill! - --MARY MAPES DODGE. - - Violets suit when homebirds build and sing. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Radiant Sister of the Day, - Awake, arise, and come away - To the wild woods and the plains; - To the pools where winter rains - Image all their roof of leaves; - Where the pine its garland weaves, - Of sapless green and ivy dim, - Round stems that never kiss the sun; - Where the lawns and pastures be, - And the sand-hills of the sea; - Where the melting hoar-frost wets - The daisy-star that never sets; - And wind-flowers and violets, - Which yet join not scent to hue, - Crown the pale year, weak and new. - --PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. - - - - -CHAPTER FOUR - - - The lone violet, which for love's own sake, - Its life exhales in pure unconscious good. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - - -CHAPTER FOUR - - - In my breast - Spring wakens too; and my regret - Becomes an April violet, - And buds and blossoms like the rest. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Deep violets you liken to - The kindest eyes that look on you - Without a thought disloyal. - --ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. - - - To thee the nymphs of the forest offer their store of lilies, - And at thy feet fair Nais lays her violets pale. - --VIRGIL. - - - The wind sprang up in the tree-tops - And shrieked with a voice of death, - But the rough-voiced breeze, that shook the trees, - Was touched with a violet's breath. - --PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR. - - - One morn a lad cried in the street, - "Fresh violets!" and, as in answer sweet, - A bluebird flung, bouquet-like, clear and strong, - Athwart the misty window, his first song. - --WILLIAM STRUTHERS. - - - The April morn - Climbs softly up the eastern sky, - And glimmers through the milk-white thorn, - Or dances where the violets lie. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - April violets glow - In wayside nooks, close clustering into groups, - Like shy elves hiding from the traveler's eye. - --THOMAS BUCHANAN READ. - - - Violets begin to blush; - Speedwell opens too her eye - And the kingcup wooes the sky. - --EDWARD CAPERN. - - - It isn't raining rain to me, but fields of clover bloom, - Where any buccaneering bee can find a bed and room; - A health unto the happy, and a fig for him who frets! - It isn't raining rain to me, it's raining violets. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - She walked across the fields icebound, - Like some shy, sunny hint of spring, - And stooping suddenly she found - A violet, a dainty thing, - Which shunned the chilly light of day - Until sweet Aprille came that way. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - The violet trills, through the bluebird, - Of the heaven that within her she feels. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Like those same winds when, startled from their lair, - They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks - From icy caves, even as thy clear looks - Bid my heart bloom, and sing, and break all care. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - And now the other violets are crowding up to see - What welcome in this blustering world may chance for them to be. - They lift themselves on slender stems in every shaded place, - Heads over heads, all turned one way, wonder in every face. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - It is April, crying sore and weeping - O'er the chilly earth so brown and bare. - "When I went away," she murmurs, sobbing, - "All my violet banks were starred with blue; - Who, O who has been here, basely robbing - Bloom and odor from the fragrant crew?" - Thus she plaineth. Then ten million voices - Tiny, murmurous, like drops of rain, - Raised in song as when the wind rejoices, - Ring the answer, "We are here again!" - --SARAH CHANNING WOOLSEY. - - - Now fades the last long streak of snow, - Now bourgeons every maze of quick - About the flowering squares, and thick - By ashen roots the violets grow. - --ALFRED TENNYSON. - - - Violets now, that strew - The green lap of the new-come spring. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Elder boughs were budding yet, - Oaken boughs looked wintry still, - But primrose and veined violet - In the mossful turf were set, - While mating birds made haste to sing - And build with right good-will. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Violets, - Which April ne'er forgets! - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Sweetly breathing, vernal air, - That with kind warmth doth repair - Winter's ruins; from whose breast - All the gums and spice o' the East - Borrow their perfumes; whose eye - Gilds the morn, and clears the sky; - Whose disheveled tresses shed - Pearls upon the violet bed. - --THOMAS CAREW. - - - A wealth of clover clothes the place - Where, clad in buff-lined coats of blue, - Our countrymen o'erthrew - Their alien foe; and violets efface - All signs of combat. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - Down through the sunshine - Wings flutter and fly;-- - Quick, little violet, - Open your eye! - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Where violets hide, - Where star-flowers strew the rivulet's side, - And blue-birds, in the misty spring, - Of cloudless skies and summer sing. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Here the first violets - Perhaps will bud unseen, - And a dove, maybe, - Return to nestle here. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - In winter, when the garden-plots were bare, - And deep winds piloted the shriven snow, - He saw its gleaming in the cottage fire, - While, with a book of botany on his knee, - He sat and hunger'd for a breath of spring. - Here beds of roses sweetened all the page; - Here lilies whiter than the falling snow - Crept gleaming softly from the printed lines; - Here dewy violets sparkled till the book - Dazzled his eyes with rays of misty blue. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Die blauen Veilchen der Aengelein, - Die rothen Rosen der Waengelein, - Die weissen Lilien der Haendchen klein, - Die bluehen und bluehen noch immerfort, - Und nur das Herzchen ist verdorrt. - --HEINRICH HEINE. - - - Again has come the springtime - With the crocus' golden bloom, - With the smell of the fresh-turned earth mould - And the violet's perfume. - --SAMUEL LONGFELLOW. - - - Under the green hedges, after the snow, - There do the dear little violets grow, - Hiding their modest and beautiful heads - Under the hawthorne in soft, mossy beds. - --JOHN MOULTRIE. - - - A duller sense than mine should feel - The stir in nature's warming soul; - It makes the shouting bluebirds reel, - And bursts the violet's twisted scroll. - --GEORGE HENRY BOKER. - - - I see Thee in the distant blue, - But in the violet's dell of dew, - Behold, I breathe and touch Thee, too. - --JOHN B. TABB. - - - Spring sat dejected in a sheltered nook - And sighed because of the long-lingering snow, - And prayed that warm, life-giving winds might blow; - When at her feet there grew, with trembling look, - A violet that whispered: "I forsook - My cell to comfort thee and still thy woe." - Then, filled with hope, Spring said: "I now shall go - And greet each hill and vale and winding brook." - Where'er she went, earth blessed her with its flowers: - Arbutus, columbines, anemones, - And sunny marigolds that deck the wet - Lowlands. But in the soothing moonlit hours, - When dreaming 'neath the blossom-laden trees, - She holds with loving hands the violet. - --JOHN LUTHER BRENIZER. - - - Ein kleines blau Veilchen - Stand eben erst ein Weilchen - Unten im Thal am Bach; - Da dacht' es einmal nach - Und sprach: - "Dass ich hier unten blueh' - Lohnt sich kaum der Mueh'; - Muss mich ueberall buecken - Und druecken. - Ei," spricht' es, "hier ist's schoen, - Aber alles kann man doch nicht sehen; - So ein Berg - Ist doch nur ein Schwerz; - Auf der Alp da droben, - Das waer, eher zu loben: - Da moecht' ich wohl sein, - Da gueckt' ich bis in Himmel hinein." - --FRIEDRICH FOeRSTER. - - - - -CHAPTER FIVE - - - O violet, blue-eyed violet, - Scented with sweetest breath! - --CAROLINE A. SOULE. - - - - -CHAPTER FIVE - - - Up from the sweet South comes the lingering May, - Sets the first wind-flower trembling on its stem; - Scatters her violets with lavish hands, - White, blue and amber. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - The vales shall laugh in flowers, the woods - Grow misty-green with leafing buds, - And violets and wind-flowers sway - Against the throbbing heart of May. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - When springtime comes, - Primrose and violet haunt the mossy bank. - --HENRY G. HEWLETT. - - - Rosy and white on the wanton breeze - The petals fall from the apple-trees, - And under the hedge where the shade lies wet - Are children, picking the violet. - --F. W. BOURDILLON. - - - The same sweet sounds are in my ear - My early childhood loved to hear. - The violet there, in soft May dew, - Comes up, as modest and as true. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Farewell to thee, France! but when Liberty rallies - Once more in thy regions, remember me then-- - The violet still grows in the depths of thy valleys, - Though withered, thy tears will unfold it again. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Where the rose doth wear her blushes - Like a garment, and the fair - And modest violets sit together, - Weaving, in mild May weather, - Purples out of dew and air - Fit for any queen to wear. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Hear the rain whisper, - "Dear violet, come!" - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - On every sunny hillock spread, - The pale primrose lifts her head; - Rich with sweets, the western gale - Sweeps along the cowslip'd dale; - Every bank, with violets gay, - Smiles to welcome in the May. - --ROBERT SOUTHEY. - - - The air was soft and fresh and sweet; - The slopes in spring's new verdure lay, - And wet with dew-drops at my feet - Bloomed the young violets of May. - --JOHN HOWARD BRYANT. - - - In each hedgerow spring must hasten - Cowslips sweet to set; - And under every leaf, in shadow - Hide a violet. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - The buds of April had burst into bloom on the willow and maple, - Fresh with dew was the sod, with dim blue violets sprinkled. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - The dream of winter broken, - Behold her, blue and dear, - Shy Violet, sure token - That April's here! - --FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN. - - - Not the first violet on a woodland lea - Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - No more shall meads be decked with flowers, - Nor sweetness dwell in rosy bowers, - Nor greenest buds on branches spring, - Nor warbling birds delight to sing, - Nor April violets paint the grove, - If I forsake my Celia's love. - --THOMAS CAREW. - - - And O, and O, - The daisies blow, - And the primroses are wakened; - And the violets white - Sit in silver light, - And the green buds are long in the spike end. - --OLD ENGLISH SONG. - - - A violet that nestles cheek to the mellowed ground; - The humming of a happy brook about its daily round; - The woody breath of pines; the smell of loosening sods; - Such simple links of being,--such common things of God's. - --ELLA M. BAKER. - - - Merry, ever-merry May! - Made of sunbeams, shade and showers, - Bursting buds and breathing flowers! - Dripping locked and rosy-vested, - Violet slippered, rainbow crested. - --WILLIAM D. GALLAGHER. - - - There were banks of purple violet, - And arbutus, first whisper of the May. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Through thee, meseems, the very rose is red, - From thee the violet steals its breath in May. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - Beneath my feet - The ground-pine curled its pretty wreath, - Running over the club-moss burrs; - I inhaled the violet's breath; - Around me stood the oaks and firs; - Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground; - Over me soared the eternal sky, - Full of light and of deity; - Beauty through my senses stole,-- - I yielded myself to the perfect whole. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - Now the tender, sweet arbutus - Trails her blossom-clustered vines, - And the many-figured cinquefoil - In the shady hollow twines; - Here, behind this crumbled tree-trunk, - With the cooling showers wet, - Fresh and upright, blooms the sunny - Golden-yellow violet. - --DORA READ GOODALE. - - - Saintly violets, plucked in bosky dell. - --CLINTON SCOLLARD. - - - Thy feasting tables shall be hills - With daisies spread, and daffadils; - Where thou shalt sit, and red-brest by, - For meat, shall give thee melody. - Ile give thee chaines and carkanets - Of primroses and violets. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - With saucy gesture - Primroses flare, - And roguish violets - Hidden with care. - And whatsoever - There stirs and strives, - The spring's contented, - It works and thrives. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - White violets, pure violets, - That might be wreathed in coronets - For baby brows of spotless mould, - That no earth shadows overfold; - White winsome things with dovelike wings - That brood in grassy nest, - As thick as stars no tempest mars - With presence of unrest. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Look forth, Beloved, through the tender air, - And let thine eyes - The violets be. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - 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." - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - The gentle drift - Of odorous distillings in the air, - Daffodils growing on the field's green breast, - Buds all a-blow, and the enchanted breath - Of violets peeping in the damp hedgerow, - Kindled to being. - --CHRISTINA CATHERINE LIDDELL. - - - That young May violet to me is dear, - And I visit the silent streamlet near, - To look on the lovely flower. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - The larch has donned its rosy plumes, - And hastes its emerald beads to string: - The warblers now are on the wing, - Across the pathless ocean glooms. - Through tender grass and violet blooms - I move along and gaily sing. - --RICHARD WILTON. - - - Violets stir and arbutus wakes, - Claytonia's rosy bells unfold; - Dandelion through the meadow makes - A royal road, with seals of gold. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Dear little violet, - Don't be afraid! - Lift your blue eyes - From the rock's mossy shade! - - All the birds call for you - Out of the sky: - May is here, waiting, - And so, too, am I. - - Come, pretty violet, - Winter's away: - Come, for without you - May isn't May. - - Now all is beautiful - Under the sky. - May's here--and violets! - Winter, good-bye! - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace, - Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first, - The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue. - --JAMES THOMSON. - - - While May bedecks the naked trees - With tassels and embroideries, - And many blue-eyed violets beam - Along the edges of the stream. - --HENRY VAN DYKE. - - - The country ever has a lagging spring, - Waiting for May to call its violets forth, - And June its roses. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - And in the meadows soft, on either hand, - Blossomed white parsley and the violet. - --HOMER. - - - Welcome, maids of honor, - You do bring - In the Spring, - And wait upon her. - - She has virgins many - Fresh and fair, - Yet you are - More sweet than any. - - Ye are the maiden posies - And so graced - To be placed - 'Fore damask roses. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - Tute le barche parte via sta note, - E quela del mio ben doman de note; - Tute le barche cargara de tole, - E quela del mio ben de rose e viole. - --VENETIAN SONG. - - - - -CHAPTER SIX - - - Better to smell the violet cool, - Than sip the glowing wine. - --GEORGE MACDONALD. - - - - -CHAPTER SIX - - - Wooed by the June day's fervent breath, - Violets opened their violet eyes. - --LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON. - - - The wind, that poet of the elements, - Tonight comes whistling down our tropic lanes, - And wakes the slumbrous hours with sweet refrains. - . . . . . . - Before the pilgrim minstrel violets place - The purple censers of their fervent youth. - --MARY ASHLEY TOWNSEND. - - - Now in snowdrops pure and pale - Breaks the sere grass; the violet rends her veil. - --HENRY G. HEWLETT. - - - The violet's charms I prize, indeed, - So modest 'tis, and fair. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Seek the bank where flowering elders crowd, - Where scattered wild the lily of the vale - Its balmy essence breathes; where cowslips hang - The dewy head, where purple violets lurk - With all the lowly children of the shade. - --JAMES THOMSON. - - - So then the world's repeating its old story? - Once more, thank God, its fairest page we turn! - The violets and mayflowers, like the glory - Of gold and color in old missals, burn - With fadeless shimmering; - These are its headings and vignettes. The heart - Beats quicker when the Book of Life apart - Falls at the page of Spring! - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Currents of fragrance, from the orange-tree, - And sward of violets, breathing to and fro, - Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea, - Refresh the idle boatman where they blow. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Close by the roots of moss-grown stumps, - The sweetest and the first to blow, - The blue-eyed violets, in clumps, - Kiss one another as they grow. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - The purple heath and golden broom - On moory mountains catch the gale, - O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, - The violet in the vale. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - She who sung so gently to the lute - Her dream of home, steals timidly away, - Shrinking as violets do in summer's ray. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - Lead me where amid the tranquil vale - The broken streamlet flows in silver light; - And I will linger when the gale - O'er the bank of violets sighs, - Listening to hear its softened sounds arise. - --ROBERT SOUTHEY. - - - In lower pools that see - All their marges clothed all around - With the innumerable lily; - Whence the golden-girdled bee - Flits through flowering rush to fret - White or duskier violet. - --ALGERNON C. SWINBURNE. - - - Blue violets, blithe violets, - Who that is human e'er forgets - Your brightness and your blithesomeness, - Your innocent meek tenderness, - That e'er hath stood in budding wood - And seen you at his feet, - Like rarest elves that deck themselves - In fairyhood complete, - Though blue as mist the sun has kissed - In valleys wild and sweet? - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Violets, sweet tenants of the shade, - In purple's richest pride arrayed, - Your errand here fulfil; - Go bid the artist's simple stain - Your lustre imitate in vain, - And match your Master's skill. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - They are the nation of the bees, - Born from the breath of flowers. - Low in the violet's breast of blue - For treasured food they sink; - They know the flowers that hold the dew - For their small race to drink. - --ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER. - - - Sweet-brier, leaning on the crag - That the lady-fern hides under; - Harebells, violets white and blue: - Who has sweeter flowers, I wonder? - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Violet, delicate, sweet, - Down in the deep of the wood, - Hid in thy still retreat, - Far from the sound of the street, - Man and his merciless mood. - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, - Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Under foot the violet, - Crocus and hyacinth, with rich inlay, - Broidered the ground. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - In my veins a music as of boughs - When the cool aspen-fingers of the rain - Feel for the eyelids of the earth in spring. - In every vein quick life; within my soul - The meekness of some sweet eternity - Forgot; and in my eyes soft violet-thoughts - That widen'd in the eye-ball to the light, - And peep'd, and trembled chilly back to the soul - Like leaves of violets closing. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - A little child with wondering, wide blue eyes - Shining with ecstasy, yet dimmed with tears, - As though a sudden joy strove with her fears - Only half conquered, while a sweet surprise - Like the first radiant glow of dawning skies - In the uplifted, wistful face appears; - Her tiny foot advanced, as one who nears - The gates of some long-wished-for Paradise,-- - With parted lips the timid maiden stands - Clothed in her childish robe of spotless white; - Close to her bosom, in her little hands, - Clasping a knot of violets, all bright - With morning dew, and shyly whispering - In tones of bird and streamlet: "I am Spring!" - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - Now boys and laughing girls pluck violets - And all the dainty wildflowers of the field. - --OVID. - - - She is so noble, firm and true, - I drink truth from her eyes, - As violets gain the heavens' own blue - In gazing at the skies. - --JOHN HAY. - - - The violet in her greenwood bower - Where birchen boughs with hazels mingle, - May boast itself the fairest flower - In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. - --SIR WALTER SCOTT. - - - The lone violet which for love's own sake - Its life exhales in pure unconscious good, - Some sunless glen a glowing shrine to make, - With urn of incense in the solitude. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - The wild rose sends a honeyed breath - To woo the bee from neighboring wold; - The violet holds its dainty cup - To catch the morning's earliest gold. - --W. M. L. JAY. - - - Her passions the shy violet - From Hafiz never hides. - Love-longings of the raptured bird - The bird to him confides. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - They knew me not,--blue flower, blue eyes; - She, careless, passed me when we met; - The tender glance which I would prize - Above all things, the violet - Received, and I went on my way, - Companioned with the cheerless day. - --HARRISON ROBERTSON. - - - Like some immortal heathen thing, - All fresh with bloom, with odor sweet, - With brook and bird and breeze in tune, - The beautiful bright earth of June - Moves to the fullness of her noon, - While serving sunbeams round her fling - The purple violets as they fleet. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - Run, little rivulet, run! - Sing of the flowers, every one,-- - Of the delicate harebell and violet blue; - Of the red mountain rosebud, all dripping with dew. - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - Safe from the storm and the heat, - Breathing of beauty and good, - Fragrantly, under thy hood, - Violet! - --COSMO MONKHOUSE. - - - O violets, blue-eyed violets! - Scented with sweetest breath, - You seem, as I stoop to pluck you, - To whisper, "There is no death." - --CAROLINE A. SOULE. - - - - -CHAPTER SEVEN - - - A shadowy nook, where half afraid - Of their own loveliness, some violets lie. - --OSCAR WILDE. - - - - -CHAPTER SEVEN - - - Soft-throated South, breathing of summer's ease, - Sweet breath, whereof the violet's life is made! - --GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP. - - - I heard the laughter of a brook, - A tiny brook, that babbled through - The fields and told the tales it took - Of bird and reed and water-thing; - And stooping low I saw a gleam - Of violets that nodded to - Their gay reflection in the stream. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - More shy than the shy violet - Hiding when the wind doth pass. - --ELLEN M. CORTISSOZ. - - - The ferns bend low, the grasses lean, - As doing homage to a queen, - The fairest queens that ever smiled - On cavalier, or king beguiled: - Oh, sweet and tender violets! - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - I go to the river there below - Where in bunches the violets grow, - And sun and shadow meet. - --HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. - - - Beneath - Peep the blue violets out of black loam. - --RALPH WALDO EMERSON. - - - The violet varies from the lily as far - As oak from elm. - --ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON. - - - Lover of each gracious thing - Which makes glad the summer-tide, - From the daisies clustering - And the violets, purple-eyed, - To those shy and hidden blooms - Which in forest coverts stay. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - I thread the rustling ranks, that hide - Their misty violet treasure. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - But when the green world buds to blossoming, - Keep violets for the spring, and love for youth, - Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth and hope: - Or if a later, sadder love be born, - Let this not look for grace beyond its scope, - But give itself. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - And now, when summer south-winds blow - And brier and harebell bloom again, - I tread the pleasant paths we trod, - I see the violet-sprinkled sod - Whereon she leaned. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - Sisters, ere the moon is set, - Twine the white, white violet, - While the dews are on it yet, - With the myriad-starred mignonette. - --FORCEYTHE WILSON. - - - Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare - The summer to its rose may bring; - Far sweeter to the wooing air - The hidden violet of the spring. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - And near the snow-drop's tender white and green, - The violet in its screen. - --HENRY TIMROD. - - - Pale marguerites, that swayed with dainty grace - To every breeze, the violet's sweet, shy face, - And heart'sease, wonder-eyed. - --J. TORREY CAPEN. - - - Oh, those gardens dear and far, - Where the wild wind-fairies are! - Though we see not, we can hearken - To them when the spring skies darken, - Singing clearly, singing purely, - Songs of far-off Elfland surely, - And they pluck the wild wind posies, - Lilies, violets and roses. - --PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. - - - Miss Violet displays no hood, - Nor garbs herself as violets should-- - She sports a witching hat; - Nor is she found in dim retreat, - But often on the crowded street - Her boots go pit-a-pat. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - And give my simple thought the skill to know - What interchanging hints between us pass; - What sense of joy it is that thrills me so - Whene'er I see blue violets in the grass. - --ISAAC B. CHOATE. - - - Here eglantine embalmed the air, - Hawthorn and hazel mingled there; - The primrose pale, and violet flower, - Found in each cliff a narrow bower. - --SIR WALTER SCOTT. - - - It trembled off the keys,--a parting kiss - So sweet,--the angel slept upon his sword - As through the gate of Paradise we swept,-- - Partakers of creation's primal bliss! - --The air was heavy with the breath - Of violets and love till death-- - Forgetful of eternal banishment, - Deep down the dusk of passion-haunted ways, - Lost in the dreaming alchemies of tone, - Drenched in the dew no other wings frequent, - --Our thirsting hearts drank in the breath - Of violets and love in death-- - There was no world, no flesh, no boundary line-- - Spirit to spirit--chord and dissonance, - Beyond the jealousy of space or time - His life in one low cry broke over mine! - --The waking angel drew a shuddering breath - Of violets and love and death. - --MARTHA GILBERT DICKINSON. - - - Bay leaves between - And primroses green - Embellish the sweet violet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - Better to smell the violet cool - Than sip the glowing wine; - Better to hark a hidden brook - Than watch a diamond shine. - --GEORGE MACDONALD. - - - Upon the water's velvet edge - The purple blossoms breathe delight, - Close nestled to the grassy sedge - As sweet as dawn, as dark as night. - O brook and branches, far away, - My heart keeps time with you today! - "The violets--the violets!" - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Call the crowfoot and the crocus, - Call the pale anemone, - Call the violet and the daisy, - Clothed with careful modesty. - --PHOEBE CARY. - - - The mosses are wet - Under chestnut and thorn - With blossoms new-born - Of dim violet. - --JOHN A. SYMONDS. - - - Give me only a bud from the trees - Or a blade of grass in morning dew, - Or a cloudy violet clearing to blue, - I could look on it forever. - --SYDNEY DOBELL. - - - How could I forget - To beg of thee, dear violet! - Some of thy modesty, - That blossoms here as well, unseen, - As if before the world thou'dst been, - O give to strengthen me. - --JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. - - - When daisies pied, and violets blue, - And lady-smocks all silver white, - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, - Do paint the meadows with delight. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - An emerald robe o'er all the fields is drawn; - Here are cowslips, there the violets appear; - The rill's low laughter, children's joyous words, - The ploughman's chorus, with the song of birds, - In mingled cadences, are heard afar and near. - --JOSIAH RICE TAYLOR. - - - All the world is blooming, wherefore sigh? - Violets amid the grasses lie, - And the wild bees with their girdles bright - Climb up dazzling shafts of dazzling light; - And on cowslips fall, in golden play, - Shadows of the swallows on their way. - --MRS. WHITON-STONE. - - - One loves a baby face, with violets there, - Violets instead of laurel in the hair, - As these were all the little locks could bear. - --ROBERT BROWNING. - - - The sea is growing summer blue, - But fairer, sweeter than the smiling sky, - Or bashful violet with tender eye, - Is she whose love for me will never die,-- - I love you, darling, only you! - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - "Use! Use! Use!" - I cried impatiently;--"nothing but use! - As if God never made a violet, - Or hung a harebell!" - --J. G. HOLLAND. - - - The pride of every grove I chose, - The violet sweet and lily fair, - The dappled pink and blushing rose, - To deck my charming Chloe's hair. - --MATTHEW PRIOR. - - - 'Twas a child - In whose large eyes of blue there shone, indeed, - Something to waken wonder. Never sky - In noontide depth, or softly breaking dawn-- - Never the dew in new-born violet's cup, - Lay so entranced in purity. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - - -CHAPTER EIGHT - - - Violets, faint with love's perfume, - Lie hid in tall green grasses. - --MARY E. BLAKE. - - - - -CHAPTER EIGHT - - - The violet, she is faint with heat-- - The lily is all forlorn; - My love, arise, with thy dewy eyes, - Arise, and be their morn! - --ALICE CARY. - - - Grow greener, grass, where the river flows-- - Her feet have pressed you; - Blow fresher, violet! lily! rose! - Her eyes have blessed you. - --CHARLES MACKAY. - - - Violets make the airs that pass - Telltales of their fragrant slope. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - Sich a rainy season - A-comin' by-an'-by; - But Sun will play de hide-an'-seek - Yander in the sky. - - Lily'll look so lonesome-- - Violet hide his eye; - But de skies will do yo' weepin', - So, honey, don't you cry! - - W'en der rain is over, - Violet dress in blue; - Red rose say: "I sweet terday-- - An' here's a kiss fer you!" - --FRANK L. STANTON. - - - Shadows, like the violets tangled, - Like the soft light, softly mingled. - --ALICE CARY. - - - When violets pranked the turf with blue, - And morning filled their cups with dew. - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - Came one by one the seasons, meetly drest. - . . . . . . - First Spring--upon whose head a wreath was set - Of wind-flowers and the yellow violet-- - Advanced. Then Summer led his loveliest - Of months, one ever to the minstrel dear - (Her sweet eyes dewy wet), - June, and her sisters, whose brown hands entwine - The brier-rose and the bee-haunted columbine. - --EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. - - - Oh, not more sweet the tears - Of the dewy eve on the violet shed, - Than the dews of age on the hoary head - When it enters the eve of years. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - 'Twas violet time when he and she - Went roaming the meadows wide and free. - A happy lad and lass were they, - Their hearts, their hopes, their voices gay,-- - She seventeen, he twenty-three. - - The skies were calm as a sleeping sea, - And the hills and streams and the mossy lea - A part of the wooing seemed to be; - 'Twas violet time. - - Years fled, and weak and old grew he; - His form was bent like a snow-bowed tree, - His hair was white and hers was gray, - But their souls were young as a morn in May, - And in their souls--sweet mystery!-- - 'Twas violet time! - --ERNEST WARBURTON SHURTLEFF. - - - A violet by a mossy stone - Half hidden from the eye-- - Fair as a star, when only one - Is shining in the sky, - She lived. - --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. - - - O playmate in the golden time! - Our mossy seat is green, - Its fringing violets blossom yet; - The old trees o'er it lean. - --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. - - - The brown pine-needles at our feet - Spread forth until the green is met, - To mingle all their perfume sweet - With trillium and with violet. - --WILLIAM McLELLAN. - - - Ungarlanded still stand the fair - White ladyes of the wood; - Yet, purple-robed, the violet - Peeps from her gray-green hood. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Passing along through the field of wheat - By the hedge where in spring the violets glow, - And the bluebells blossom around our feet. - --CHARLES SAYLE. - - - Lady violet, blooming meekly - By the brooklet free, - Bending low thy gentle forehead - All his grace to see; - Turn thee from the wooing water-- - Whisper soft, I pray, - For the wind might hear my secret-- - Does he love me? Say! - --N. C. KETCHUM. - - - Violets in the hazel copse, - Bluebells in the dingle; - Birds in all the green tree-tops - Joyous songs commingle. - --MARY C. GILLINGTON. - - - In her face a garden lies: - Violets are her azure eyes; - Just below them there repose - Blushing cheeks of velvet rose; - 'Twixt the roses, scorning drouth, - Tulips of her tempting mouth. - In this garden alley may - Only one, the chosen, stray. - Reveling in their radiant hues, - Tasting of their precious dews, - Rich delights he ne'er forgets-- - Tulips, roses, violets. - --GEORGE BIRDSEYE. - - - From over-sea, - Violets, for memories, - I send to thee. - --WILLIAM SHARP. - - - For thoughts of a sylvan home, - For forest trees gemmed with dew, - For sake of the Giver kind, - Violets, I love you. - --GRACE HIBBARD. - - - I sometimes dream that when at last - My life is done with fading things, - Again will blossom forth the past - To which my memory fondest clings. - That some fair star has kept for me - Fresh blooming still by brook and tree - The violets--the violets! - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - When woods in early green were dressed, - And from the chambers of the west - The warmer breezes, traveling out, - Breathed the new scent of flowers about, - My truant steps from home would stray, - Upon its grassy side to play, - List the brown thrasher's vernal hymn, - And crop the violet on its brim. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - In shadows cool and dim - I rest at ease from care and cark, - With pinks and violets to mark - My small horizon's rim. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - A shadowy nook, where half afraid - Of their own loveliness, some violets lie - That will not look the gold sun in the face. - --OSCAR WILDE. - - - How sweet to rest, ere dawns the summer's heat, - Where violets gaze upward to the sky! - --GUNNISON. - - - Little streams have flowers a-many, - Beautiful and fair as any,-- - Arrowhead with eye of jet, - And the water-violet. - --MARY HOWITT. - - - Soft-breathed winds, under yon gracious moon, - Doing mild errands for mild violets. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - The violets that skirt the bank - Bend down to thank - The laughing stream with kisses sweet. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Poised in a sheeny mist - Of the dust of bloom, - Clasped to the poppy's breast and kissed, - Baptized in violet perfume - From foot to plume! - --JAMES MAURICE THOMPSON. - - - - -CHAPTER NINE - - - Modest violet, maiden violet, - Pray, can I borrow your blue eyes? - --ALICE CARY. - - - - -CHAPTER NINE - - - These fall-time violets seem - Like a dream within a dream. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - O that I were listening under the olives! - So should I hear behind in the woodland - The peasants talking. Either a woman, - A wrinkled grandame, stands in the sunshine, - Stirs the brown soil in an acre of violets-- - Large odorous violets--and answers slowly - A child's swift babble; or else at noon - The laborers come. - --MARGARET L. WOODS. - - - The violets meet and disport themselves, - Under the trees, by tens and twelves. - --D. CHAUNCEY BREWER. - - - Shall I tell you what wonderful fancy - Built up this palace for me? - It was only a little white violet - I found at the root of a tree. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - From the field by the river's brink, - Where violets hid his nest, - Soars high with a canticle of the blest - The jubilant bobolink. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Open wide the windows-- - The green hills are in sight, - Winds are whispering, "Violets!" - And--there's a daisy white, - And the great sun says, "Good morning!" - And the valleys sing delight. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Violets, faint with love's perfume, - Lie hid in tall green grasses. - --MARY E. BLAKE. - - - The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near, - And the diamond drops o' dew shall be her een sae clear, - The violets for modesty which weel she fa's to wear. - --ROBERT BURNS. - - - The bright-eyed daisy, the violet sweet, - The blushing poppy that nods and trembles - In its scarlet hood among the wheat. - --WILLIAM W. STORY. - - - In meadows bright with violets - And Spring's fair children of the sun. - --TRIPP. - - - Why do you shiver so, - Violet sweet? - Soft is the meadow-grass - Under my feet. - Wrapped in your hood of green, - Violet, why - Peep from your earth-door - So silent and shy? - --LUCY LARCOM. - - - O day of days! Thy memory - Will never fade, nor pass; - Patches of lowly violets - Were clouding all the grass. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Go, modest little violets, and lie upon her breast; - Your eyes will tell her something--perhaps she'll guess the rest! - --CHARLES HENRY WEBB. - - - How gentle is the soul that looketh out - From violets sweet through dim, blue, tearful eyes, - That turns a pleading face to look about - And watch the sun's course through the smiling skies! - --ISAAC BASSETT CHOATE. - - - Who beheld it? O, the rare surprise - When, like souls upspringing from the sod, - Violets unclosed their still blue eyes - In the green fair world of God! - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Kiss mine eyelids, beauteous Morn, - Blushing into life new-born! - Lend me violets for my hair, - And thy russet robe to wear! - --OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. - - - The south wind is like a gentle friend - Parting the hair so softly on my brow. - I know it has been trifling with the rose - And stooping to the violet. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - The flowers we know, they move us so, - Almost to weep we're fain; - Who heard us say, that fairest day - Last spring, "They're come again, - Sweet violets"? - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - I can hear these violets' chorus - To the sky's benediction above; - And we all together are lying - On the bosom of Infinite Love. - --WILLIAM C. GANNETT. - - - 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. - --DORA READ GOODALE. - - - Here blows the warm red clover, - There peeps the violet blue; - O happy little children! - God made them all for you. - --CELIA THAXTER. - - - I pressed them to my lips for you, - Ah me! I know your heart forgets - In knowing not, or caring that - I pick thee violets. - --MARY FREDERICK FAXON. - - - When eve had come, and thicker grew - The shadows all the garden through, - Beside the rose-embowered gate, - Her laughter stilled. To speak, or wait-- - Oh, beating heart, what should I do! - Long lashes hid her eyes of blue, - Twin violets befringed with dew. - --SAMUEL MINTURN PECK. - - - I wonder if the violet felt - Your presence when you gently knelt, - And breathed for you its sweetest air - Because you loved yet left it there. - --HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD. - - - O, were I yon violet, - On which she is walking! - Or were I yon small bird, - To which she is talking! - --ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. - - - I asked a nodding violet, why - It sadly hung its head. - It told me Cynthia late past by, - Too soon from it that fled. - --MICHAEL DRAYTON. - - - Compassed all about with roses sweet - And dainty violets from head to feet. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - 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. - --SAMUEL FLETCHER. - - - On beds of violets blue - And fresh-blown roses washed in dew. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Over the river there lieth - A city wondrous fair, - And never the eye of a mortal - Hath looked on the glories there. - The lilies grow by the rivers, - Stately and fair they blow, - And lift their balm to the angels, - In their censer-cup of snow; - And the violets blossom forever - In the haunts where the wild birds sing, - And the fern and the flowers are fragrant - In the balm of eternal spring. - --EBEN E. REXFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER TEN - - - The violets bloom is loveliest, - Oh pretty pets, the violets. - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - - -CHAPTER TEN - - - Ah, the days may be sullen and sober, - The nights may be stormy and cold; - But for him who has eyes to behold, - The violets bloom in October. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - The soft warm haze - Makes moist once more the sere and dusty ways, - And, creeping through where dead leaves lie in drifts, - The violet returns. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Into her dream he melted, as the rose - Blendeth its odor with the violet. - --JOHN KEATS. - - - I think I love the violets best of all, - Because of that hushed sweetness, far and faint - As star-dust through the darkness dimly sown. - --MYRTLE REED. - - - Oh, North, or South, or East, or West, - The violet's bloom is loveliest! - They come from out their coverts green, - The daintiest damsels ever seen, - Oh, pretty pets, the violets! - --M. D. TOLMAN. - - - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, - To throw a perfume on the violet, - To smooth the ice, or add another hue - Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light - To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, - Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - The sun pierced through - And made a rainbow of the mist, - And high, so high against the blue, - I saw a mountain capped in snow; - And in my hand were violets. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - Where fields of goldenrod cannot offset - One meadow with a single violet. - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - If ever thou 'rt left alone, - Think not that thy love is dead, - But look till thou find'st the red - Wild rose, and say, "'Tis her cheek." - Then kiss it close; and seek-- - Where the clear dew never dries-- - Blue violets for mine eyes. - --CHARLES HENRY LUeDERS. - - - Trust not, ye modest violets, - His promises to you, - Nor dare upon his fickle smile - To broaden your kerchiefs blue. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Because you mirror the skies - In color of heaven's own blue-- - For your sweet and dainty selves, - Violets, I love you. - --GRACE HIBBARD. - - - When violets lean - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, - Or columbines, in purple drest, - Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - My chill-veined snow-drops,--choicer yet - My white or azure violet. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - There came a softness in the air - And with a throb of longing, ere I knew - A hint of violets, a thought of you - For whom it was, my heart breathed up a prayer. - --CURTIS HIDDEN PAGE. - - - The primrose turned a babbling flower - Within its sweet recess; - I blushed to see its secret bower, - And turned her name to bless. - The violets said the eyes were blue, - I loved, and did they tell me true? - --JOHN CLARE. - - - I know, I know where violets blow - Upon a sweet hillside, - And very bashfully they grow - And in the grasses hide-- - It is the fairest field, I trow, - In the whole world wide. - --ROBERT LOUIS MUNGER. - - - O, for the life of a gipsy! - A strong-armed, barefoot girl; - And to have the wind for a waiting-maid - To keep my hair in curl; - To bring me scent of the violet, - And the red rose and the pine; - And at night to spread my grassy bed-- - Ah! wouldn't it be divine? - --ALICE CARY. - - - The lillie will not long endure, - Nor the snow continue pure: - The rose, the violet,--one day - See! both these lady-flowers decay: - You must fade as well as they. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - Once thy lip, to touch it only, - To my soul has sent a thrill - Sweeter than the violet lonely - Plucked in March-time by the rill. - --JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE. - - - Blow, violets, blow! - And tell him, in your blossoming o'er and o'er, - How in the places which he used to know - His name is still breathed fondly as of yore. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - See hyacinths and violets dim and sweet, - And orange-blossoms on their dark green stems. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - The snow-drop, and then the violet, - Arose from the ground with warm rain wet, - And their breath was mixed with fresh odors, sent - From the turf, like the voice and the instrument. - --PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. - - - When love in the faint heart trembles, - And the eyes with tears are wet, - O, tell me what resembles - Thee, young Regret? - Violets with dewdrops drooping, - Lilies o'erfull of gold, - Roses in June rains stooping, - That weep for the cold, - Are like thee, young Regret. - --GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY. - - - Over the hilltop and down in the meadow-grass - Heaven, like dew, on the waking earth lies; - Part of it, dear, is the blue of these violets-- - Best of it all I find in your eyes. - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - Far back where the April violets grew - There smiled, amid crystals of deathless dew, - Our first and last Arcadia. - - In clear, unbroken melody - The brook sings and the birds reply: - "The violets--the violets!" - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - No more shall violets linger in the dell, - Or purple orchis variegate the plain, - Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, - And dress with hurried hands her wreaths again. - --CHARLOTTE SMITH. - - - When October dons her crown, - And the leaves are turning brown,-- - Breathe, sweet children, soft regrets - For the vanished violets. - --ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN. - - - Primrose and cowslip have I gathered here, - Anemone and hiding violet, - When April sang the spring song of the year. - Now all is changed; the autumn day is wet - With clouds blown from the west, and vapors fold - Over the dripping woods and vacant wold. - --CHARLES DENYS CONWAY. - - - She gave me a flower that she wore in her bosom, - And violets, not half so blue as her eyes. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Poor little Violet, calling through the chill - Of this new frost which did her sister slay, - In which she must herself, too, pass away! - Nay, pretty Violet, be not so dismayed; - Sleep only on your sisters sweet is laid. - --PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON. - - - As I was gathering violets in the snow, - Methought how often, when the heart is low, - And Nature grieves, - The buds of simple faith will meekly blow - 'Neath frosted leaves. - --A. E. HAMILTON. - - - Now cometh Winter, soft snow-wraps to bring, - To keep her baby violets warm till spring. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Very dark the autumn sky, - Dark the clouds that hurried by; - Very rough the autumn breeze - Shouting rudely to the trees. - - Listening, frightened, pale and cold, - Through the withered leaves and mould - Peered a violet all in dread-- - "Where, oh, where is spring?" she said. - - Sighed the trees, "Poor little thing! - She may call in vain for spring!" - And the grasses whispered low, - "We must never let her know." - - "What's this whispering?" roared the breeze; - "Hush! a violet," sobbed the trees, - "Thinks it's spring--poor child, we fear - She will die if she should hear!" - - Softly stole the wind away, - Tenderly he murmured, "Stay!" - To a late thrush on the wing, - "Stay with her one day and sing!" - - Sang the thrush so sweet and clear - That the sun came out to hear, - And, in answer to her song, - Beamed on violet all day long. - --OLIVER HERFORD. - - - - -CHAPTER ELEVEN - - - Violet, little violet, - Brave and true and sweet thou art. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - - -CHAPTER ELEVEN - - - "All nature mourns," I said; "November wild - Hath torn the fairest pages from her book." - - But suddenly a wild bird overhead - Poured forth a strain so strangely clear and sweet, - It seemed to bring me back the skies of May, - And wake the sleeping violets at my feet. - - Then long I pondered o'er the poet's words, - "The loss of beauty is not always loss," - Till like the voice of love they soothed my pain, - And gave me strength to bear again my cross. - --ALBERT LAIGHTON. - - - The violet's gone, - The first-born child of the early sun; - With us she is but a winter's flower, - The snow on the hills cannot blast her bower, - And she lifts up her dewy eye of blue - To the youngest sky of the self-same hue. - --LORD BYRON. - - - I picked thee violets - Upon a morn when the white mist - Went trailing down the leas and made - A gauzy scarf to twine and twist - About the feet of the blue hills. - --MARY F. FAXON. - - - Between her breasts that never yet felt trouble - A bunch of violets full-blown and double - Serenely sleep. - --JOHN KEATS. - - - Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen - Within thy aery shell, - By slow Meander's argent green, - And in the violet-embroidered vale. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Even the tiny violet can make - Her little circle sweet as love. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - And Helen breathed the scent of violets, blown - Along the bosky shores. - --BAYARD TAYLOR. - - - There her head the golden lily rears, - The soft-eyed violet sheds her odorous tears. - --NICHOLAS MITCHELL. - - - I used to go and watch them, - Both night and morning, too:-- - It was my tears, I fancy, - That kept the violets blue. - --ADELAIDE PROCTOR. - - - My girl hath violet eyes and yellow hair, - A soft hand, like a lady's, soft and fair, - A sweet face pouting in a white straw bonnet, - A tiny foot, and little boot upon it. - --ROBERT BUCHANAN. - - - Here the first violets - Perhaps will bud unseen, - And a dove, maybe, - Return to nestle here. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - Gold violets, bright violets, - The sparkling dew at sunrise wets, - And doth with nectar overbrim; - Lustre no cloudy day can dim; - The golden sun doth shine upon - And call his children rare; - The yellow-bird hath sometimes stirred - Drawn downward unaware. - --EMILY S. OAKEY. - - - Lay her in lilies and in violets. - --EDMUND SPENSER. - - - The violet's blue, - The rose bloom's red,--and friends are tried and true; - The blossoms on the boughs are white in spring, - The wind is soft, the birds spread joyous wing, - And soar and wheel in the blue sky, and sing, - Because--because I love you. - --FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT. - - - In languid luxury soft she glides - Encircled by the azure tides, - Like some fair lily, faint with weeping, - Upon a bed of violets sleeping. - --THOMAS MOORE. - - - E'en now what affection the violet awakes; - What loved little islands, twice seen in their lakes, - Can the wild water-lily restore! - --THOMAS CAMPBELL. - - - Then by the enchantress Fancy led, - On violet banks I lay my head. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - The air is sweet with violets running wild - 'Mid broken friezes and fallen capitals. - --SAMUEL ROGERS. - - - Mistress violet, mistress violet, - I want your tender and true eyes! - For mine are as cold and as black as jet, - And I want your heavenly blue eyes! - Modest violet, maiden violet, - Pray, can I borrow your blue eyes? - --ALICE CARY. - - - Flowers were the couch, - Pansies and violets, and asphodels, - And hyacinths, earth's freshest, softest lap. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - Flowers, of such as keep - Their fragrant tissues and their heavenly hues - Fresh-bathed forever in eternal dews-- - The violet with her low-drooped eye, - For learned modesty. - --SIDNEY LANIER. - - - Before the urchin well could go, - She stole the whiteness of the snow; - And more--the whiteness to adorn, - She stole the blushes of the morn: - Stole all the sweets that ether sheds - On primrose buds or violet beds. - If lovers, Cupid, are thy care, - Exert thy vengeance on this fair; - To trial bring her stolen charms, - And let her prison be my arms. - --CHARLES WYNDHAM. - - - Thine old-world eyes--each one a violet-- - Big as the baby rose that is thy mouth-- - Sets me a-dreaming. Have our eyes not met - In childhood--in a garden of the South? - --HENRY A. BEERS. - - - May his soft foot, where it treads, - Gardens thence produce, and meads, - And those meddowes full be set - With the rose and violet. - --ROBERT HERRICK. - - - I remember, I remember, - The roses, red and white, - The violets and the lily-cups-- - Those flowers made of light. - --THOMAS HOOD. - - - The light drop of dew - That glows in the violet's eye, - In the splendor of morn, to the fugitive view, - May rival a star in the sky. - --JAMES MONTGOMERY. - - - I saw thee weep--the big bright tear - Came o'er that eye of blue: - And then methought it did appear - A violet dropping dew. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Oh Stream of Life! the violet springs - But once beside thy bed; - But one brief summer, on thy path, - The dews of heaven are shed. - --WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. - - - Whate'er the baffling power - Sent anger and earthquake, and a thousand ills-- - It made the violet flower, - And the wide world with breathless beauty thrills. - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - - -CHAPTER TWELVE - - - The morning star of all the flowers - The virgin, virgin violet. - --LORD BYRON. - - - - -CHAPTER TWELVE - - - O Winter, thou art warm at heart; - Thine every pulse doth throb and glow, - And thou dost feel life's joy and smart, - Beneath the blinding snow. - - Thine is the scent of bursting bud, - Of April shower and violet; - Thou feelest spring in all thy blood - Yearn up like sweet regret. - --JAMES BENJAMIN KENYON. - - - Bare are the places where the sweet flowers dwelt. - What joy sufficient hath November felt, - What profit from the violets' day of pain? - --HELEN HUNT JACKSON. - - - Pluck the others, but still remember - Their herald out of dim December-- - The morning-star of all the flowers, - The pledge of daylight's lengthened hours; - Nor, midst the roses, e'er forget - The virgin, virgin violet. - --LORD BYRON. - - - Violet, little violet, - Brave and true and sweet thou art. - May is in thy sunny heart, - Maiden violet. - Gentle as the summer day, - Wintry storms bring no dismay, - Winsome violet. - All the days to thee are spring, - Thine own sunshine dost thou bring, - Violet, faithful violet! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Only in dreams thy love comes back, - And fills my soul with joy divine. - Only in dreams I feel thy heart - Once more beat close to mine. - - Only in blissful dreams of spring, - And sunny banks of violet blue, - The past folds back its curtain dim - And memory shows thine image true. - --MELVILLE M. BIGELOW. - - - Winter is come again. There is no voice - Of waters with beguiling for your ear, - And the cool forest and the meadows green - Witch not your feet away; and in the dells - There are no violets. - --NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. - - - Once more, dear friend, the violet bank we seek, - And tread with joy our old familiar ways. - --JESSIE CUNNINGHAM HOWDEN. - - - Cheek o'er cheek, and with red so tender - Rippling bright through the gypsy brown, - Just to see how a lady's splendor - Shone the heads of the daffodils down. - Winds through the violets' misty covering - Now kissed the white ones and now the blue, - Sang the redbreast over them hovering - All as the world were but just made new. - --ALICE CARY. - - - 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. - --WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. - - - Could you not come when woods are green? - Could you not come when lambs are seen? - When the primrose laughs from its child-like sleep, - And the violets hide and the bluebells peep? - --ALFRED AUSTIN. - - - Thy face is like the violet's - That to the red rose lingers close, - And he who looks at thee forgets - The honeyed sweetness of the rose. - --JOEL BENTON. - - - He gave her the wildwood roses - And violets for her wreath, - And a whisper at last of sweet response - Stole on her perfumed breath. - --FRANCES L. MACE. - - - Come not, O sweet days, - Out of yon cloudless blue, - Ghosts of so many dear remembered Mays, - With faces like dead lovers, who died true. - Come not, lest we go seek with eyes all wet, - Primrose and violet, - Forgetting that they lie - Deep in the mould till winter has gone by. - --DINAH MARIA MULOCH CRAIK. - - - Blighting and blowing--blighting and blowing-- - And the stones of the rivulet silent lie, - And the winds in the fading woodlands cry, - And the birds in the clouds are going; - And the dandelion hides his gold, - And their little blue tents the violets fold, - And the air is gray with snowing: - So life keeps coming and going. - --ALICE CARY. - - - Dear chance it were in some rough wood-god's lair - . . . . . . - To sink o'erdrowsed, and dream that wild-flowers blew - Around my head and feet silently there, - Till spring's glad choir adown the valley pealed - And violets trembled in the morning dew. - --EDWARD DOWDEN. - - - The sunbeams kiss askant the sombre hill, - The naked woodbine climbs the window-sill, - The breaths that noon exhales are faint and chill. - - Tread lightly where the dainty violets blew, - Where to spring winds their soft eyes open flew; - Safely they sleep the churlish winter through. - - Though all life's portals are indiced with woe, - And frozen pearls are all the world can show, - Feel! Nature's breath is warm beneath the snow! - --ANONYMOUS. - - - You'll look at least on love's remains, - A grave's one violet? - Your look?--that pays a thousand pains. - What's death? You'll love me yet! - --ROBERT BROWNING. - - - Out of every shadowy nook - Spirit faces seem to look, - Some with smiling eyes, and some - With a sad entreaty dumb; - He who shepherded his sheep - On the wild Sicilian steep, - He above whose grave are set - Sprays of Roman violet; - Poets, sages,--all who wrought - In the crucible of thought. - --CLINTON SCOLLARD. - - - A fair little girl sat under a tree - Sewing as long as her eyes could see; - Then smoothed her work and folded it right, - And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!" - - The tall pink foxglove bowed his head; - The violets curtsied and went to bed; - And good little Lucy tied up her hair, - And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer. - --RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES. - - - My banks they are furnished with bees, - Whose murmur invites one to sleep; - My grottoes are shaded with trees, - And my hills are white over with sheep; - I seldom have met with a loss, - Such health do my fountains bestow; - My fountains all bordered with moss, - Where the harebells and violets grow. - --WILLIAM SHENSTONE. - - - Where the fern in gladness dances - On the banks of dimpled burns, - Where the streamlet's bright wave glances - When the spring returns; - White as winter's spotless drift - There our faces we uplift. - Still we see the stars above us, - Still we trust, because they love us-- - Are they flowers in the sky, - Violets that have learned to fly? - We believe, and hope, and trust, - Know that He who made is just, - And He never will forsake us - While we're white and pure of heart. - Sister, maiden Sister, take us-- - One of us thou art! - --WILLIS BOYD ALLEN. - - - O violets, sweet blue eyes of the spring! - --DEXTER SMITH. - - - Here's the violet's modest blue, - That 'neath hawthorns hides from view. - While they choose each lovely spot, - The sun disdains them not; - So I've brought the flowers to plead - And win a smile from thee. - --JOHN CLARE. - - - Last night I found the violets - You sent me once across the sea; - From gardens that the winter frets, - In summer lands they came to me. - - Still fragrant of the English earth, - Still hurried from the frozen dew, - To me they spoke of Christmas mirth, - They spoke of England, spoke of you. - --ANDREW LANG. - - - Darling, walk with me this morn; - Let your brown tresses drink its sheen; - These violets, within them worn, - Of floral fays shall make you queen. - --EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN. - - - O faint, delicious, springtime violet! - Thine odor, like a key, - Turns noiselessly in memory's wards to let - A thought of sorrow free. - --WILLIAM W. STORY. - - - The violet, Spring's little infant, stands - Girt in thy purple swaddling-bands; - On the fair tulip thou dost dote, - Thou cloth'st it in a gay and party-colored coat. - --ABRAHAM COWLEY. - - - Under the larch with its tassels wet, - While the early sunbeams lingered yet, - In the rosy dawn my love I met. - - Under the larch when the sun was set, - He came with an April violet: - Forty years--and I have it yet. - - Out of life with its fond regret, - What have love and memory yet? - Only an April violet. - --ANONYMOUS. - - - Good-bye to the red rose that is your mouth, - The tender violets that are your sigh; - The sweetness that you are--that is my South-- - Ah, not too soon, Enchantress, do I fly!-- - Tell me good-bye! - --RICHARD WATSON GILDER. - - - Through the deep drifts the south wind breathed its way - Down to the earth's green face; the air grew warm, - The snowdrops had regained their lovely charm; - The world had melted round them in a day: - My full heart longed for violets. - --CHARLES TENNYSON-TURNER. - - - The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes, - Kissed by the breath of heaven, seems colored by its skies. - --LORD BYRON. - - - When we were children we would say,-- - "I like the coming of the spring, - I like the violets of May, - I like, why, almost everything - That March and May and April bring." - But now we value less the rose, - And care not when the birds take wing. - We like the winter and the snows. - --JAMES BERRY BENSEL. - - - So 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. - --WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. - - - Go, azure myrtle blossom, - Go, violets and jasmine fair, - And star the darkness of her hair, - Or faint against her bosom. - --GRACE GREENWOOD. - - - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, - The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, - The white pink and the pansy freaked with jet, - The glowing violet. - --JOHN MILTON. - - - God does not send us strange flowers every year. - When the spring winds blow o'er the pleasant places, - The same dear things lift up the same fair faces-- - The violet is here. - - It all comes back: the odor, grace and hue; - Each sweet relation of its life repeated: - No blank is left, no looking-for is cheated; - It is the thing we knew. - - So after the death-winter it must be. - God will not put strange signs in the heavenly places: - The old love will look out from the old faces. - Veilchen! I shall have thee! - --ADELINE D. T. WHITNEY. - - - - -INDEX - - - The violets whisper from the shade, - Which their own leaves have made. - --CHRISTINA ROSSETTI. - - - - -INDEX TO AUTHORS - - - ALDRICH, THOMAS BAILEY, 48 - ALLEN, ELIZABETH AKERS, 19, 30, 41, 111, 141, 147, 150 - ALLEN, WILLIS BOYD, 94, 149, 178 - ANONYMOUS, 21, 29, 42, 59, 89, 91, 103, 117, 120, 124, 129, 130, 151, - 170, 175, 181 - AUSTIN, ALFRED, 173 - AUSTIN, JANE, 36 - - BAKER, ELLA M., 76 - BATES, ARLO, 51 - BEERS, HENRY A., 164 - BENSEL, JAMES BERRY, 182 - BENTON, JOEL, 173 - BIGELOW, MELVILLE M., 171 - BIRDSEYE, GEORGE, 121 - BLAKE, HOSEA G., 20 - BLAKE, MARY E., 131 - BOKER, GEORGE HENRY, 66 - BOSTWICK, HELEN B., 16 - BOURDILLON, F. W., 72 - BRADLEY, MARY, 23 - BRENIZER, JOHN LUTHER, 67 - BREWER, D. CHAUNCEY, 27, 63, 74, 129 - BROWNING, ROBERT, 111, 176 - BROWNING, ELIZABETH BARRETT, 57 - BRYANT, JOHN HOWARD, 74 - BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN, 21, 22, 28, 46, 64, 72, 81, 83, 89, 123, 144, - 148, 166 - BUCHANAN, ROBERT, 16, 47, 65, 93, 160 - BURNETT, FRANCES HODGSON, 161 - BURNS, ROBERT, 131 - BYRON, LORD, 72, 158, 166, 170, 182 - - CAMPBELL, THOMAS, 162 - CAPEN, J. TORREY, 105 - CAPERN, EDWARD, 59 - CAREW, THOMAS, 63, 75 - CARY, ALICE, 28, 30, 47, 73, 115, 116, 132, 144, 146, 163, 172, 174 - CARY, PHOEBE, 109 - CARRYL, 45 - CHAUCER, GEOFFREY, 36 - CHOATE, ISAAC BASSETT, 31, 106, 133 - CLARE, JOHN, 145, 179 - COCKE, ZITELLA, 33 - CONWAY, CHARLES DENYS, 150 - CORTISSOZ, ELLEN M., 101 - COWLEY, ABRAHAM, 180 - CRAIK, DINAH MARIA MULOCK, 174 - CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER P., 48, 50 - CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN, 136 - - DE KAY, CHARLES, 49 - DICKINSON, EMILY, 18 - DICKINSON, MARTHA GILBERT, 107 - DOBELL, SYDNEY, 109 - DOBSON, AUSTIN, 45 - DODGE, MARY MAPES, 52 - DOWDEN, EDWARD, 175 - DRAYTON, MICHAEL, 137 - DUNBAR, PAUL LAURENCE, 58 - - EGAN, MAURICE FRANCIS, 44 - EMERSON, RALPH WALDO, 32, 34, 51, 52, 77, 96, 102 - - FAXON, MARY F., 101, 135, 143, 158 - FAY, ANNA MARIA, 35 - FERGUSON, ROBERT, 30 - FLETCHER, SAMUEL, 43, 137 - FOeRSTER, FRIEDRICH, 68 - - GALLAGHER, WILLIAM D., 76 - GANNETT, WILLIAM C., 134 - GILDER, RICHARD WATSON, 45, 166, 181 - GILLINGTON, MARY C., 121 - GOETHE, JOHANN WOLFGANG VON, 79, 88, 147 - GOODALE, DORA READ, 78, 135 - GOODRICH, 44 - GOSSE, EDMUND W., 22 - GREENWOOD, GRACE, 18, 27, 42, 159, 183 - GUNNISON, 124 - - HAMILTON, A. E., 151 - HAWKER, ROBERT STEPHEN, 92 - HAY, JOHN, 95 - HEINE, HEINRICH, 34, 65 - HERFORD, OLIVER, 152 - HERRICK, ROBERT, 78, 84, 147, 165 - HEWLETT, HENRY G., 71, 87 - HIBBARD, GRACE, 122, 144 - HOLLAND, J. G., 112 - HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL, 49, 117, 133 - HOMER, 83 - HOOD, THOMAS, 165 - HOWDEN, JESSIE CUNNINGHAM, 172 - HOWITT, MARY, 124 - - JACKSON, HELEN HUNT, 42, 81, 141, 143, 169 - JAY, W. M. L., 96 - - KEATS, JOHN, 141, 158 - KELLEY, ETHEL M., 31 - KENYON, JAMES BENJAMIN, 41, 169 - KETCHUM, N. C., 120 - - LAIGHTON, ALBERT, 157 - LANG, ANDREW, 32, 179 - LANIER, SIDNEY, 49, 124, 163 - LARCOM, LUCY, 60, 61, 64, 73, 82, 92, 97, 132 - LATHROP, GEORGE PARSONS, 101 - LAZARUS, EMMA, 51 - LEARNED, WALTER, 17 - LIDDELL, CHRISTINA CATHARINE, 80 - LONGFELLOW, HENRY WADSWORTH, 102 - LONGFELLOW, SAMUEL, 66 - LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL, 24, 60, 75, 77, 110 - LUeDERS, CHARLES HENRY, 143 - - MACDONALD, GEORGE, 108 - MACE, FRANCES L., 77, 95, 108, 122, 130, 149, 173 - MACKAY, CHARLES, 115 - MARSTON, PHILIP BOURKE, 105, 151 - McLELLAN, WILLIAM, 119 - MILNES, RICHARD MONCKTON, 177 - MILTON, JOHN, 93, 137, 159, 163, 183 - MITCHELL, NICHOLAS, 159 - MONKHOUSE, COSMO, 29, 92, 97 - MONTGOMERY, JAMES, 89, 162, 165 - MOORE, THOMAS, 20, 90, 162 - MOULTON, LOUISE CHANDLER, 87 - MOULTRIE, JOHN, 66 - MUNGER, ROBERT LOUIS, 146 - - OAKEY, EMILY S., 21, 45, 63, 79, 91, 133, 134, 150, 161 - OVID, 94 - - PAGE, CURTIS HIDDEN, 145 - PATMORE, COVENTRY, 17 - PAYNE, JOHN, 15 - PECK, SAMUEL MINTURN, 58, 106, 123, 136 - PERCIVAL, JAMES G., 19 - PHILLIPS, MILDRED G., 35 - PRIOR, MATTHEW, 112 - PROCTOR, ADELAIDE, 31, 74, 130, 160 - - READ, THOMAS BUCHANAN, 59 - REED, MYRTLE, 46, 142 - REESE, LIZETTE WOODWORTH, 32 - REXFORD, EBEN E., 138 - ROBERTSON, HARRISON, 32, 60, 96 - ROGERS, SAMUEL, 34, 162 - ROSSETTI, CHRISTINA, 23, 52, 62, 64, 80, 103, 145, 160 - - SAYLE, CHARLES, 120 - SCOLLARD, CLINTON, 78, 176 - SCOTT, WALTER, SIR, 95, 106 - SHAKSPEARE, WILLIAM, 27, 62, 93, 110, 142, 172 - SHARP, WILLIAM, 122 - SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE, 53, 148 - SHENSTONE, WILLIAM, 177 - SHERMAN, FRANK DEMPSTER, 75 - SHURTLEFF, ERNEST WARBURTON, 118 - SMITH, CHARLOTTE, 149 - SMITH, DEXTER, 178 - SOULE, CAROLINE A., 98 - SOUTHEY, ROBERT, 73, 90 - SPENSER, EDMUND, 16, 108, 137, 161 - SPOFFORD, HARRIET PRESCOTT, 37, 97, 136 - STANTON, FRANK L., 116 - STEDMAN, EDMUND C., 117, 180 - STORY, WILLIAM W., 131, 180 - STRUTHERS, WILLIAM, 58 - SWAIN, CHARLES, 175 - SWINBURNE, ALGERNON C., 90 - SYMONDS, JOHN A., 109 - - TABB, JOHN B., 67 - TAYLOR, BAYARD, 17, 80, 103, 104, 115, 159 - TAYLOR, JOSIAH RICE, 110 - TENNYSON, ALFRED, 43, 50, 57, 62, 102 - TENNYSON-TURNER, CHARLES, 182 - THAXTER, CELIA, 29, 46, 71, 135 - THOMAS, EDITH M., 28 - THOMPSON, JAMES MAURICE, 125 - THOMSON, JAMES, 83, 88 - TIMROD, HENRY, 105 - TODHUNTER, JOHN, 48 - TOLMAN, M. D., 102, 142 - TOWNSEND, MARY ASHLEY, 87 - TRIPP, 131 - TROWBRIDGE, JOHN T., 33 - - VAN DYKE, HENRY, 43, 83 - VAUGHAN, HENRY, 20 - VIRGIL, 57 - - WEATHERLY, 35 - WEBB, CHARLES HENRY, 132 - WELLER, BERNARD, 44 - WHITNEY, ADELINE D. 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