VIOLET POEMS

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Stranger

What if roses were blue
What if violet's were red
Will change the way you feel
Towards me?
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The Real Hypnotic

The Real Hypnotic
Sonnet 012: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
A Nosegay

Say, crimson Rose and dainty Daffodil,
With Violet blue;
Since you have seen the beauty of my saint,
And eke her view;
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John Reynolds
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
A Tryst

From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.
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Celia Thaxter

Celia Thaxter
Oil And Blood

In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.

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William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
The Rainbow

After the tempest in the sky
How sweet yon rainbow to the eye!
Come, my Matilda, now while some
Few drops of rain are yet to come,
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
Pretty Cow

Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread
Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
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Jane Taylor
Prothalamion

Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
Sweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre;
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Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser
The Violet.

Little simple violet,
Glittering with dewy wet,
Hidden by protecting grass
All unheeded we should pass
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John Hartley
The Twins Of Lucky Strike

I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame,
Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell,
And Maye Lamore,-at eighty-four I oughta blush wi' shame
That in my wild and wooly youth I knew them ladies well.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Witch Of Wenham

I.
Along Crane River's sunny slopes
Blew warm the winds of May,
And over Naumkeag's ancient oaks
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
A Meditation For His Mistress

You are a tulip seen to-day,
But, dearest, of so short a stay
That where you grew scarce man can say.

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Robert Herrick
Upon Prew His Maid

In this little Urne is laid
Prewdence Baldwin (once my maid)
From whose happy spark here let
Spring the purple violet.
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Robert Herrick
Places

Places I love come back to me like music,
Hush me and heal me when I am very tired;
I see the oak woods at Saxton's flaming
In a flare of crimson by the frost newly fired;
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Sara Teasdale
Senorita

An agate-black, your roguish eyes
Claim no proud lineage of the skies,
No starry blue; but of good earth
The reckless witchery and mirth.
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping-rapping at my chamber door.
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
A Celebration

A middle-northern March, now as always-
gusts from the South broken against cold winds-
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves-not into April-into a second March,
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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
Power

The mighty sound of forests murmuring
In answer to the dread command;
The stars that shudder when their king
extends his hand,
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Aleister Crowley

Aleister Crowley
Bring Flowers

Bring flowers, young flowers, for the festal board,
To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd;
Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale,
Their breath floats out on the southern gale,
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Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A Ditty

In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds


See where she sits upon the grassie greene,
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Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser
I Will Ask

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
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John Freeman
Song

The bride, she wears a white, white rose-the plucking it was mine;
The poet wears a laurel wreath-and I the laurel twine;
And oh, the child, your little child, that's clinging close to you,
It laughs to wear my violets-they are so sweet and blue!
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Margaret Steele Anderson
July

I
Blue July, bright July,
Month of storms and gorgeous blue;
Violet lightnings o'er thy sky,
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George Meredith

George Meredith
On Receipt Of My Mother's Picture

Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips are thine-thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Comus

A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before

The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.

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John Milton

John Milton
Verses Ii

Supposed to have been written in the New Forest,
in early Spring.
AS in the woods, where leathery Lichen weaves
Its wint'ry web among the sallow leaves,
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Charlotte Smith
Mogg Megone - Part Iii.

Ah! weary Priest! - with pale hands pressed
On thy throbbing brow of pain,
Baffled in thy life-long quest,
Overworn with toiling vain,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story: Part I

Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,
A silver ring that he had beaten out
From that same sacred coin-first well-priz'd wage
For boyish labour, kept thro' many years.
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
Life

WE are born; we laugh; we weep;
We love; we droop; we die!
Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep?
Why do we live, or die?
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Barry Cornwall
The Violet

The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.
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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Song

Now the Spring is waking,
Very shy as yet,
Busy mending, making
Grass and violet.
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Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit
Down The Songo

I.

Floating!
Floating-and all the stillness waits
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey

Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
A Halt

We halted in a town the host
ordered the table to be moved to the garden the first star
shone out and faded we were breaking bread
crickets were heard in the twilight loosestrife
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Zbigniew Herbert
Solomon

As thro' the Psalms from theme to theme I chang'd,
Methinks like Eve in Paradice I rang'd;
And ev'ry grace of song I seem'd to see,
As the gay pride of ev'ry season, she.
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
Panthea

Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight,-
I am too young to live without desire,
Too young art thou to waste this summer night
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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
Tannhauser

To my mother. May, 1870.


The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
A Child's Battles

Praise of the knights of old
May sleep: their tale is told,
And no man cares:
The praise which fires our lips is
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne
Mc'clusky's Nell

In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free,
An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree,
An roarin' rageful warning when the boys got overwild,
When peekin' through the double door he spied a tiny child.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Endymion

THE apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie bleating in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
Mariana

Not for me marring or making,
Not for me giving or taking;
I love my Love and he loves not me,
I love my Love and my heart is breaking.
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
The Champion

Young and a conqueror, once on a day,
Wild white Winter rode out this way;
With his sword of ice and his banner of snow
Vanquished the Summer and laid her low.
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E. (edith) Nesbit
Spring In Town

The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
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William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant
An Alphabet

A is the Alphabet, A at its head;
A is an Antelope, agile to run.
B is the Baker Boy bringing the bread,
Or black Bear and brown Bear, both begging for bun.
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Harvest-home

Once on a time did Eucritus and I
(With us Amyntas) to the riverside
Steal from the city. For Lycopeus' sons
Were that day busy with the harvest-home,
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Jon Corelis Theocritus
Thanksgiving

The Autumn hills are golden at the top,
And rounded as a poet's silver rhyme;
The mellow days are ruby ripe, that drop
One after one into the lap of time.
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Kate Seymour Maclean
Unmasked

Was it a dream,
Or a whim of the night?
Or did they gleam
Upon my sight
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Aletheia To Phraortes

AFTER THE SACKAGE OF MILETOS

Phraortes! where art thou?
The flames were panting after us, their darts Had pierced to many hearts
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Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor
To Mary Pickford - Moving-picture Actress

(On hearing she was leaving the moving-pictures for the stage.)



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Vachel Lindsay

Vachel Lindsay
The Bestiary: Or Orpheus-s Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortège dâ??Orphée)

Orpheus

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Guillaume Apollinaire

Guillaume Apollinaire