VIOLET 
SI 
-Violets, dim, 
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes, 
Or Cytherea’s breath. 
winter’s tale. 
-the trembling Violet, which eyes 
The sun but once, and unrepining dies. 
And Violets, whose looks are like the skies. 
BARRY CORNWALL 
-steals timidly away, 
Shrinking as Violets do in summer’s ray. 
That strain again! it had a dying fall: 
Oh! it came o’er my ear like the sweet south, 
That breathes upon a bank of Violets, 
Stealing and giving odour. 
TWELFTH NIOUT. 
TO AN EARLY VIOLET. 
HOWITT. 
Herald oWirighter hours! why from thy rest 
Thus early dost thou start? chill is the gale 
To form, like thine, so beautiful and frail. 
The rook, with careful cries that seeks its nest, 
Flings its broad shadow on thy dewy breast. 
For sunny is the day, though like the smile 
Dear woman wears, when she wo*dd fain beguile 
coldness of her fortune. Upward towers 
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