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

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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, PHŒBE, 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. T., 184

WHITON-STONE, MRS., 111

WHITTIER, JOHN GREENLEAF, 22, 71, 104, 119

WILDE, OSCAR, 123

WILLIS, NATHANIEL P., 112, 134, 171

WILSON, FORCEYTHE, 104

WILTON, RICHARD, 81

WOODBERRY, GEORGE EDWARD, 148

WOODS, MARGARET L., 129

WOOLSEY, SARAH CHANNING, 61

WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM, 119, 183

WOTTON, HENRY, SIR, 33

WYNDHAM, CHARLES, 164

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