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(10) That strain again ! It had a dying fall: 
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound, 
That breathes upon a bank of Violets, 
Stealing and giving odour !— Twelfth Night , i. 1, 4. 
(11) When Daisies pied, and Violets blue, &c. 
Love's Labour's Lost, v. 2, 904. ( See Cuckoo-buds.) 
(12) Violets dim, 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes 
Or Cytherea’s breath.— Winter’s Tale , iv. 4, 120. 
(13) Welcome, my son ; Who are the Violets now, 
That strew the green lap of the new-come spring ? 
Richard IT, v. 2, 46. 
(14) The yellows, blues, 
The purple Violets and Marigolds, 
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave 
While summer-days do last.— Pericles, iv. I, 16. 
(15) These blue-veined Violets whereon we lean 
Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. 
Venus and Adonis, 125. 
(16) Who when he lived, his breath and beauty set 
Gloss on the Rose, smell to the Violet.— Ibid., 936. 
(17) When I behold the Violet past prime, 
And sable curls all silver’d o’er with white, 
Then of thy beauty do I question make, 
That thou among the wastes of time must go, 
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake 
And die as fast as they see others grow.— Sonnet xii. 
(18) The forward Violet thus did I chide : 
“ Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, 
If not from my love’s breath ? The purple pride 
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells 
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly died.”— Ibid., xcix. 
There are about a hundred different species of Violets, of 
which there are five species in England, and a few sub-species. 
One of these is the Viola tricolor , from which is descended the 
Pansy, or Love-in-Idleness (see Pansy). But in all the pas- 
