Those blue violets, her eyes. [ Heine ]

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white.
The violets, and the lily-cups
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set,
The laburnum on his birthday -
The tree is living yet. [ Hood ]

And violets, transform'd to eyes,
Inshrined a soul within their blue. [ Moore ]

Blue eyes shimmer with angel glances.
Like spring violets over the lea. [ Constance F. Woolson ]

Lay her in the earth;
And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
May violets spring! [ William Shakespeare ]

Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The shrine of Flora in her early May. [ Keats ]

I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet. [ Thomas Haynes Bayly ]

Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine,
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will never make grow againe. [ Thos. Percy ]

Weep no more, lady, weep no more.
Thy sorrow is in vain;
For violets plucked, the sweetest showers
Will never make grow again. [ Percy ]

Daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim.
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes.
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
That die unmarried ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength - a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown-imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one! [ William Shakespeare ]

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 Shakespeare ]

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn.
And violets bathe in the wet of the morn. [ Burns ]

As timid violets lade the ambient air
With their heart's richest fragrance, unaware
The fragrance whispers that the flower is there. [ Anna Katharine Green ]

Here sit I upon the sward wreathed with violets. [ K. Schmidt ]

The loveliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun: so violets blue;
So the soft star-like primrose - drenched in dew -
The happiest of spring's happy, fragrant birth. [ Keble ]

I do love violets: they tell the history of woman's love. [ L. E. Landon ]

Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another! [ T. B. Read ]

For violets plucked, the sweetest showers will never make grow again. [ Byron ]

O, it came over my ear like the sweet south, that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odor! [ William Shakespeare ]

Nature is sanitive, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love. [ Emerson ]