There is one kind of laugh that I always did recommend it looks out of the eye first with a merry twinkle, then it creeps down on its hands and knees and plays around the mouth like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle, then it steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while, then it lights up the whole face like the mellow bloom on a damask rose, then it swims up on the air, with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell, then it goes back again on gold tiptoes like an angel out for an airing, and it lies down on its little bed of violets in the heart where it came from.
Quotes about violets (16 Quotes)
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
'Look at us,' said the violets blooming at her feet, 'all last winter we slept in the seeming death ... but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you.'
The garden should be adorned with roses and lilies, the turnsole, violets, and mandrake there you should have parsley, cost, fennel, southernwood, coriander, sage, savory, hyssop, mint, rue, dittany, smallage, pellitory, lettuces, gardencress, and peonies. There should also be beds planted with onions, leeks, garlic, pumpkins and shallots. The cucumber growing in its lap, the drowsy poppy, the daffodil and brankursine ennoble a garden. Nor are there wanting, if occasion further thee, pottageherbs beets, herbmercury, orache, sorrel and mallows, anise, mustard, white pepper and wormwood do good service to the gardener. (Alexander of Neckham
Roses are reddish Violets are bluish If it weren't for Christmas We'd all be Jewish.
Big doesn't necessarily mean better. Sunflowers aren't better than violets.
We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.
Roses red, and violets blue, And all the sweetest flowers, that in the forest grew.
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, Its raining daffodils In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town It is not raining rain to me, Its raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy A fig for him who frets It is not raining rain to me, Its raining violets.
I 'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I had not thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that springs beneath your feet In wistful April days.
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm schizophrenic, and so am I.
Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no man can hasten or retard.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
'Cuckoo!