There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.
For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
And shade the violets, That they may bind the moss in leafy nets.
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken