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which have been bestowed upon it from its beautiful 

 colours : 



Love in Idleness. Jump up and kiss me. 



Live in Idleness. Look up and kiss me. 



Call me to you. Kiss me ere I rise. 



Cull me to you. Kiss me behind the Garden-gate. 



Three Faces under a Hood. Pink of my John. 



Herb Trinity. Flower of Jove. 



And Flamy, because its colours are seen in the flame of wood. 



It is a species of violet, and is frequently called the 

 Pansy-violet, or Pansy, a corruption of the French name, 

 pensces. 



The smaller varieties are scentless, but the larger ones 

 have an agreeable odour. Drayton celebrates its perfume 

 by the flowers with which he compares it in this respect ; 

 but then, to be sure, his is an Elysian HeartVease : 



" The Pansy and the violet, here, 



As seeming to descend 

 Both from one root, a very pair, 

 For sweetness do contend. 



" And pointing to a pink to tell 



Which bears it, it is loth 

 To judge it ; but replies, for smell 

 That it excels them both. 



" Wherewith displeased they hang their heads, 



So angry soon they grow, 

 And from their odoriferous beds 

 Their sweets at it they throw." 



The Heart's-ease has been lauded by many of our poets ; 

 it has been immortalised even by Shakspeare himself ; but 

 no one has been so warm and constant in its praise as Mr. 

 Hunt, who has mentioned it in many of his works. In the 

 Feast of the Poets, he entwines it with the Vine and the 

 Bay, for the wreath bestowed by Apollo upon Mr. T. 

 Moore. In the notes to that little volume, he again speaks 



