. y Violet. 
— /iDarcb I9tb — 
Modesty. 
The virgin violet, 
The nun who, nestling in her cell of leaves. 
Shrinks from the world in vain. 
Barry Cornwall. 
— 20tb — 
Violets, dim. 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes. 
Or Cytherea’s breath.— Shakespeare. 
— 2lst - 
There 's to me 
A daintiness about these <arly flowers 
That touches me like poetry. 
N. P. Willis. 
— 22nb — 
Delightful flowerets ! at the voice of Spring 
Your buds unfolded to its sunbeams bright. 
Barton. 
- 23rb — 
They blow with such a simple lovelihess among 
The common herbs of pasture, and breathe out 
Their lives so unobtrusively.— N. P, Willis. 
— 24tb — 
The love-sick violet and the primrose pale 
Bow their sweet heads, and whisper to the gale. 
Darwin. < > 
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