The poetical works of Leigh Hunt Now finally collected, revised by himself, and edited by his son, Thornton Hunt. With illustrations by Corbould |
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VIOLETS.
We are violets blue,
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking on the ground.
Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,—
Such our breath and blueness is.
For our sweetness found
Careless in the mossy shades,
Looking on the ground.
Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,—
Such our breath and blueness is.
Io, the mild shape
Hidden by Jove's fears,
Found us first i' the sward, when she
For hunger stoop'd in tears.
“Wheresoe'er her lip she sets,”
Jove said, “be breaths call'd Violets.”
Hidden by Jove's fears,
Found us first i' the sward, when she
For hunger stoop'd in tears.
“Wheresoe'er her lip she sets,”
Jove said, “be breaths call'd Violets.”
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